One foot in front of the other,
One foot back to counter it.
Days like these you’ve got to find it in some other way,
It’s all or nothing, baby.
Avalanche, start inside of me,
Avalanche, down through the trees.
Avalanche, start inside of me,
Avalanche, hell down through the trees.
If everyone’s a casualty
Then take your time; there ain’t no trouble,
If the weather’s fine and we’re feeling crazy,
There’s always drinks and dancing in the rubble -
I’m spinning and you’re spinning,
The world’s spinning and we’re laughing.
And I’m charming, the devil’s charming,
And we’re ruined but we’re still building
And I’m selling and you’re counting.
The world’s stopping but we keep going
And we’re ruthless and we’re cunning
And I’m heir to it all.
I’m heir to it all.
Days like these you’ve gotta find it in some other way,
It’s all or nothing, baby.
Avalanche, start inside of me,
Avalanche, down through the trees.
Avalanche, start inside of me,
Avalanche, hell down through the trees.
This key is to your kingdom,
This key is to your heart,
Neither one is a doorway
But both of them a part,
So one foot in front of the other.
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Depression, sickness, and sleepiness reduce my sex-drive, confidence, and emotional energy, and my lack of ability to communicate that properly make for unfortunately awkward situations. Honesty is the only viable way to communicate with another human being, but sometimes it is frustrating because the consequences of the breakdown between two peoples’ sets of expectations about the other are compounded when the situation involves sex. I am at a point where I feel unable to communicate successfully with others and I am worried that will erode some current and potential friendships.
▲1 | reblogWhat we always fear and loathe becomes of us,
Repay the visit of our loss, reset the marks again.
The turning point seems to be holding on.
Sands of ages and the stars above -
everchanging as the same hearts beat, repeating ‘til the end.
Seas of slander and the soil we walk -
everchanging as the same hearts beat.
It ends up all the same.
The sail that never knew the wind, barren and lost,
our wrecks these shores will never reach, a trek on darker trails.
Let days be done (let days be done),
it takes forever.
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