11:16 pm • 25 April 2012 • 2,003 notes • via
Well take me, take me back to your bed
I love you so much that it hurts my head
Say I don’t mind you under my skin
I’ll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in
micaela, graphic designer.
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room...
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
papillon, pamplemousse, bibliotheque