seafoam* posted a quote
November 16, 2015 1:03am UTC
I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you.
sometimes i think I'M NOT THAT STRONG, but there's a f o r c e that carries me on. sick of my small heart made of steel, { x } { x } { x } SICK OF THE WOUNDS THAT NEVER HEAL.