In my dreams, it’s never quite as it seems ‘cause you’re a dream to me.

it was my destiny to love and say goodbye

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(via jamesdeandaily)

you can fake my skin into constellations
you can fake me into beauty
you can tell me I’m worth loving
but at my peak I’m sapling
seedling
dandelions
only coming alive when you touch me.

So hold a hand for cover, hold a hand for cover, hold a hand for cover from harm.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.