So if I see you again
Desperate and stoned
Keep your prison locked up
And I will leave my gun at home
I don’t want love
(via justsaysomethingperfect)
Curl Up and Die | Relient K
So I guess that I’ll curl up and die, too
(via msmonalisavito)
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists:
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
(Source: pulsifers, via peakingoranges)