FUCK. (This.)

On moving. On second thought. (armsverycrossy)

I’ll bulldoze the shit out the window myself if necessary. I’m sick to death of memory. I don’t want to walk backwards into the future. It only makes me scared of what I can see behind me and of what I can not see in front of me.

Iron & Wine and Calexico – Burn that Broken Bed (and great tune. hrrmph)