Wednesday, April 30, 2014

how could we know that our lives would be so full of beautifully broken things

trying to start my halfsemester work for history of urbanism...
i just can't stop listetning to this.


War is the most vulgar madness
And winters can be so cruel
You can't always change the way things are like that
Can't change the way I think of you but
Well oh my love
My heart is set on you

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