Alright, I’m going to bed now, and you better be glad, or I’d just sit here and talk about Townes Van Zandt and reblog his photos all night. But I will selfishly take his visions to bed with me instead.
Good night, kids.

I used to wake and run with the moonI lived like a rake and a young manI covered my lovers with flowers and woundsmy laughter the devil would frightenThe sun she would come and beat me back downbut every cruel day had its nightfallI’d welcome the stars with wine and guitarsfull of fire and forgetful

Alright, I’m going to bed now, and you better be glad, or I’d just sit here and talk about Townes Van Zandt and reblog his photos all night. But I will selfishly take his visions to bed with me instead.

Good night, kids.

I used to wake and run with the moon
I lived like a rake and a young man
I covered my lovers with flowers and wounds
my laughter the devil would frighten
The sun she would come and beat me back down
but every cruel day had its nightfall
I’d welcome the stars with wine and guitars
full of fire and forgetful