"Loneliness does not come from having no people around you, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to you."
it’s a damn shame the jonas brothers never did a cover of “my name is jonas”
I may have forgotten how to write about you. I can barely even piece together what happened the last time.
I recall waking up at around 3AM with this weird urge to write to you.
I recall the pack of cigarettes I finished trying to edit block after block of overtly sentimental “poetry”.
I recall how difficult it was to attempt to preserve a consciousness that could be described as pretty fucking far from tangible.
I don’t know why I stopped writing to be perfectly honest. It might have been that I was less concerned with preservation as much as I was with actually experiencing it. It seemed pointless to write about how much I loved you when your lips were only thisfuckingclose to mine.
I may have forgotten how to write but there is one idea that I am still familiar with. It is plausible to stray away from facts but it is unforgivable to lie about what you’re feeling. What is the point of this shit when you have nothing to say? Sincerity should be the main priority when writing about you and truth be told, I really fucking miss you right now.
St. Vincent performing She Is Beyond Good And Evil on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon. November 7 2011.
(Source: thebacklines, via fuckyeahstvincent)