A tumblog dedicated to the awesomeness of Modest Mouse.
Compiled by Doug and Casey.
*All photos are taken by photographers other than myself. They each have a click-through link to the original location. If any of these photos are yours and you do not want us using them, just email me at vibeviadoug@gmail.com, and I will take them down immediately.
In this life like weeds
Eyes need us to see, hearts need us to bleed.
In this life like weeds, you’re a rock to me.
I know where you’re from, but where do you belong?
In this life like weeds, you’re the dirt I’ll breath.All this talking all the time and the air fills up, up, up.
Until there’s nothing left to breathe,
And you think you feel most everything.
And we know that our hearts are just made out of strings
To be pulled.
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