Oh Mother, I can feel, the soil falling over my head,And as I climb into an empty bed,
Oh well, enough said,
I know it’s over still I cling, 
I don’t know where else I can go,
Over  But in my heart it was so real 

half a soul

I love kissing. I love the locking of eyes like it’s a private safe. I love the interlacing of fingers like you’re tying a knot that only you two can unravel. I love the cracking of smiles, that reflect the broken heart of the past that is being mended. I love the final touching of lips, where you push each other back and forth, like the balance of a healthy relationship measured out like if it were a scale. I love the feeling of the world stopping around two people, like nothing matters, chaos could errupt, people could be trying to get your attention but, all it comes down to is the right persons lips meeting yours and causing the world to go quiet for a bit.

—    After a glass of wine (via gnarlyswells)

(Source : gnarlyswells)


'I have all these things that I want to say to her, like… Like how I can tell she's a lonely person, even if other people can't. Cause I know what it feels like to be lost and lonely and invisible.'

The Double (2013)