Where did you sleep last night?
The stories that you carry in your hair are infinite
(via hoodoothatvoodoo)
I love the passing of time
someone took a knife edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my soul
are you going to let me go there by myself
Got no human grace
and all too soon you’re leaving
If this time though, we don’t get it right; I’ll come back to you in another life
