"Silent is the ruined land. Man is brutal and the rain does not wash away the pain or rid the distant memory. It makes it glisten."
You think ‘Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst’, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you.
It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.
human || christina perri
your words in my head
knives in my heart
you build me up
and then I fall apart