You barely joyous broken thing, you’re a voice that never sings is what I say. 

there’s something really beautiful about tragedy
and there’s something kinda criminal about love
it warms you when it burns
and it kills you when it turns

Oh, Raising Hope.

What are my emotions? I laughed so hard and then I nearly teared up at the end.

To me, you are perfect.

i do believe in the light
raise your hands into the sky
the fight is done
the war is won
lift your hands toward the sun
…
it’s a brave new world

another game of charades
but you know everybody plays
i don’t wanna lose to you that way
maybe we’ll be different this time around
maybe we’ll be different, i don’t know..