foodforeveryseason:

    

And twisted thoughts that spin round my head

I’m spinning, oh, I’m spinning

How quick the sun can, drop away

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass

Of what was everything

    

All the pictures had

All been washed in black, tattooed everything

All the love gone bad, turned my world to black

Tattooed all I see

All that I am, all I’ll be.

- Pearl Jam (Black)