(Source: itsawildwildworldbaby, via itsraininggold)
when we are weary and weak
spring stirs inside of our souls
lightness lifts our lonely love
for free
for free
for free… for me
My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings.
— E. Y. Harburg (via thalamtnafsee)
(Source: coffeemaps, via midnight-water)
sirens call from unseen shores
a sound so sweet
how could i ignore
the sea decides to take me
when you take a bond between two people and stretch it across the sea
something happens
