how we lose

tiny things

The Hills

The Hills (Acoustic)

Spite

pretty

What A Devastating Turn of Events

Pocket

who’s he gonna take home

who's he gonna take home

something will give

well, prove it

my love

Mrs Right

Can we talk about Isaac?

swimming in pity

I cry your mercy—pity—love!—aye, love!
Merciful love that tantalizes not,
One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love,
Unmasked, and being seen—without a blot!
O! let me have thee whole,—all—all—be mine!
That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest
Of love, your kiss,—those hands, those eyes divine,
That warm, white, lucent, million-pleasured breast,
Yourself—your soul—in pity give me all,
Withhold no atom’s atom or I die
Or living on perhaps, your wretched thrall,
Forget, in the mist of idle misery,
Life’s purposes,—the palate of my mind
Losing its gust, and my ambition blind!

John Keats

"I cry your mercy-pity-love! -aye, love!"

something will give

Amie Blu

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