When the tide goes out for the last time, all the shipwrecks will be waiting for us and the bones of the earth will shine bright white in the sun.
When the tide goes out for the last time, I’ll meet you by the planes that never made it past Bermuda.
When the tide goes out for the last time, I swear, we will have nothing left to lose.
6:10 am, reblogged by makesmewoder, ∞
i will always agree when they say music is their life
9:06 am, by makesmewoder, ∞
Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person’s body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings.
12:21 pm, reblogged by makesmewoder, ∞
12:16 pm, by makesmewoder, ∞
