take a walk in the park. listen to the birds. the vehicles reversing the vehicles reversing. the petals in the rose garden. think of autumn. of traffic. of cold winter nights snuggled up to soft and warm. rumours are rumours. leave the house. even only for ten minutes. the feeling of your own footsteps. the angry looking nutter with the long beard and trench coat who looks right through you. the wind blowing down your neck.
Thom Yorke. October 20th-1999. (via inrain8ows)
(Source: quartertonebloom)
