Time is a cold wind blowing through the leaves of a tired old tree I sit beneath. Where I think about the world and I don't know how, what will happen to us now? And oh, how pretty is the middle of June?...
“They tell us the people we love are 72.8% water-
there is no such thing as crying,
we are only trying to turn ourselves inside out.
This is a noble pursuit”—Lewis Mundt, excerpt from “Water” (via oktopussy)