'My face above the water, my feet can't touch the ground. And it feels like I can see the sands on the horizon, everytime you are not around. I’m slowly drifting away, wave after wave. And it feels like I’m drowning’
i want to move to a small apartment by myself in a new city and i want to decide which furniture i want and what i want for dinner and whether or not i want to stay out all night and i want to travel and meet new people and fall in love and go have my own adventures because i’m sick of this washed-up place filled with annoying people
This unending rain
Stopping short on the surface of the watery graves
Is another, even nicer, simpler sort of silence these days.
― Robert Muller (via thatkindofwoman)