• del_ta 61w

    we’ve grown lonely among things, pulling out dreams we thought were weeds, burying our childhood deep in the soil, hoping that the seeds that sprout won't make the same mistakes. But he says I have this need to fall into some tenderness, darling, I’m tired of crashing into the same mountains that drink to yesterday, of always being broken apart by ageless spines. my favourite memories are the ones we have ahead of us. I’d give up every smile to lay on the ocean floor with you. let me breathe the words in your mouth: I’m yours. from the second I open my eyes to the minute I close them, and even in between, when you show up in my dreams.

    Say something beautiful I can die about.