I’ve been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand, Could these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man? These sensations barely interest me for another day, I’ve got the spirit, lose the feeling, take the shock away.
It’s getting faster, moving faster now, it’s getting out of hand, On the tenth floor, down the back stairs, it’s a no man’s land, Lights are flashing, cars are crashing, getting frequent now, I’ve got the spirit, lose the feeling, let it out somehow.
“Calling someone a perfect angel is bullshit, no ones a perfect angel. People are flawed, imperfect beings that need to be loved for who they really are. Angel, if they’re really an angel then your love dosent mean anything, everybody loves angels. A real compliment isn’t angel, a real compliment is loving somebody even though you see them. Fuck “I love you because you’re perfect” how about “I love you even though I know you had a panic attack at macaroni grill for ordering the wrong entree”.”—Pete Holmes (via standupcomedyblog)
"I miss the old Arctic Monkeys" you say. Suddenly you feel someone tapping you on the shoulder. You turn around to see wrinkled, gray haired versions of Alex, Matt, Jamie, and Nick. The old Arctic Monkeys are here and they have a problem with your ability to accept the growth and evolution of a band.