“I float above and these wings catch, and your sky hold you so beautiful.
And I understand if all this comes falling because my sky already has.
And my head bows, all of this I know.
All of your precious love, you can paint as light as you see.
And you can make reasons for everything
But as long as i dream some things will always be.
Gun in my mouth, I pray for the sunshine.
Gun in my mouth, I pray for the sunshine.”—Converge, Shingles (via nekroterrorist)
Lately I’ve been thinking that I cleared a whole side of my room for you. Because your presence should be framed when your visits arrive. They are white and glowing so bright. I sit staring at my bedroom floor thinking I must be the only fool.