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Happy Little Pill


In the crowd, alone
And every second passing, reminds me I’m not home
Bright lights and city sounds are ringing like a drone,
Unknown, unknown

Oh glazed eyes, empty hearts
Buying happy from shopping carts
Nothing but time to kill, sipping life from bottles
Tight skin, bodyguards, Gucci…

"I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved."

- Shana Abé  (via valliekat)

(Source: astrolocherry, via downasssbitch)