And I don’t want the world to see me
‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

requested by anonymous

misshastings:

“I still want to drown, whenever you leave…Please teach me gently how to breathe.”

‘And I’ve lost so many people, I just… I can’t bear the thought of losing one of you.’

want-it-to-be-real:

I get where she’s coming from, I would feel the same way. 

and the arms of the ocean deliver me

Can you just give me a minute to appreciate that you’re not dead?
—I’ll give you 10 seconds.