tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #2480 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

Never fancied myself a drop
in anyone’s bucket,
never thought
I’d cause a ripple.  

So much water you all carry,
so much weight, aren’t your arms
weary, aren’t you worn out?

If I thought my evaporation
would reduce your burden,
I’d turn myself
to mist.  

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

timeslice:

Tool - The Patient

A groan of tedium escapes me,
Startling the fearful.
Is this a test? It has to be,
Otherwise I can’t go on.
Draining patience, drain vitality.
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act’s a little old.

But I’m still right here
Giving blood, keeping faith,
And I’m still right here.

But I’m still right here
Giving blood, keeping faith,
And I’m still right here.

Wait it out.
Gonna wait it out.
Be patient (wait it out).

If there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through,
This tedious path I’ve chosen here,
I certainly would’ve walked away by now.
Gonna wait it out.

If there were no desire to heal
The damaged and broken met along
This tedious path I’ve chosen here
I certainly would’ve walked away by now.

And I still may, I still may be patient, be patient, be patient.

I must keep reminding myself of this.
I must keep reminding myself of this.
I must keep reminding myself of this.
I must keep reminding myself of this.

And if there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I’ve chosen here,
I certainly would’ve walked away by now.
And I still may.
And I still may.
And I still may.

And I am gonna wait it out.
Gonna wait it out.
Gonna wait it out.
Gonna wait it out.

teamrocketing:

this gay couple on the night train had actual chickens with them and i was certain i hallucinated it until i found the pictures just now

demiostheexecutioner:

We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood.