Re: What are you listening to right now? (Part 1) (Archive)

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ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut

“I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you goodnight. And there’s a lot of difference.”
Ernest Hemingway
O/Os**A/As


Observing Trifles

|| the hunt ||

my, my, those eyes like fire;
i'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre.
come now, bite through these wires;
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired.



Erotisch


Love And Submission



Discord: SouthOfHeaven#3454

Erotisch


Observing Trifles

"Everyone has a secret. Can they keep it? Oh, no, they can't..."

Secret - Maroon 5
|| the hunt ||

my, my, those eyes like fire;
i'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre.
come now, bite through these wires;
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired.

Erotisch


Erotisch



Erotisch

Heh. I'm still listening to Neuroticfish   ;D

Harley

I wanted to post a song, even though I should be sleeping.   

This song is addicting to me.   It draws to me in a way that makes me want to get creative.   

Tom Waits - Little Drop Of Poison

Observing Trifles

|| the hunt ||

my, my, those eyes like fire;
i'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre.
come now, bite through these wires;
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired.




Observing Trifles

|| the hunt ||

my, my, those eyes like fire;
i'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre.
come now, bite through these wires;
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired.

Erotisch


Harley

#9320
One word.    Emus. 

Tom Waits - "God's Away On Business"


EDITED:   *goes into insane gigglefits* 

Tom Waits/Cookie Monster mashup - God's Away On Business



Keaira

The sound of my baby boy breathing as he sleeps. (his face is up against mine)
Behind every angel stands a devil.                    Scattered Angel A/A updated 8/12/16
Oh's and No's

Observing Trifles

|| the hunt ||

my, my, those eyes like fire;
i'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre.
come now, bite through these wires;
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired.