take root.

I am a mosaic of everyone I have ever known and loved and touched and I find fragments of them in my playlists and how I make my tea. we may not know each other any more but we will stay connected like this. I hope a fragment of me is with you too.

If sunlight could bend, it would touch the earth like I touch you in the night... slipping its fingers over the horizon into darkness, into pools of heron, tendering their skin with sky until their wet wings open, until their legs fold up, until their legs fold up and they fly. - Peregrine

dead wife montage but it's a henchman reminiscing about da boss after he got put six feet under. picking flowers before hiding the bodies, wiping cocaine from your nose after a big night, that long drive down the beach to find the bookie who squealed. where did the days go

Quick what are you doing RIGHT now (besides scrolling Tumblr)