puppetsofsociety:

This story’s old but it goes on and on until we disappear. Call me and let me taste the salt you breathed while you were underneath. I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea. I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean. I know that this is what you want, a funeral keeps both of us apart. You know that you are not alone, need you like water in my lungs.

(via swearingisforartstudents)

10:05 am  •  7 February 2012  •  13 notes