He used to go to his favorite bookstores
And rip out his favorite pages
And stuff ‘em into his breast pockets
The moon, to him, was a stranger
Now he sits down at a table
Right next to the window
And begins his quiet ascension
Without anyone’s steady instruction
To a place with no religion
He’s found a path to her likeness
He eats a small lump of sugar
Smiles at the moon like he knows her
Regina Spektor: Man of a Thousand Faces (via candyfae)
coffee and coffee and coffee and coffee and coffee and coffee some more
Downtown, downtown
I’m not here, not anymore
I’ve gone away
Don’t call me, don’t write
There’s something Spartan in the way we choose our battles
There’s something Spartan in the way we cast our stones

Hero by Regina Spektor (via whatwouldthomasjeffersondo)
My eyes are bi-focal
My hands are sub-jointed
I live in the future
In my pre-war apartment
And I count all my blessings
I have friends in high places
And I’m upgraded daily
All my wires without traces
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
I’m hooked into
Hooked into
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
I’m hooked into
Hooked into machine
I collect my moments
Into a cold respondence
With a mightier power
Who just lacks my perspectives
And who lacks my organics
And who covets my defense
And I’m downloaded daily
I am part of a composite
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
I’m hooked into
Hooked into
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
I’m hooked into
Hooked into machine
Everything’s provided
Consummate consumer
Part of worldly taking
Apart from worldly troubles
Living in your pre-war apartment
Soon to be your post-war apartment
And you live in the future
And the future
It’s here
It’s bright
It’s now
(Source: reginaholic)
she’d take a sick day and rot at the core
I thought you ‘ought to know by now, everybody’s not so nice, nice.
Thought I’d see your face in my mind for all time
but I don’t even remember what your ears look like
(Source: reginaholic)
THIS SHIT IS MAKIN ME TIRED IS MAKIN ME TIRED IS MAKIN ME TIRED
so now that we’ve got that straight, can’t I just be left alone? I want to take a fucking bath.
except their balding spots are glistening with gold
(Source: reginaholic)