The space between

The light of morning decomposes everything

I looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for.

—Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via teargaz)

(Source: foolofasociopath, via nudityandflowers)

Anonymous asked: where are you going? x

Australia :)

stolen

For he saw his love as the mortal sea
Ageing and dying as fleeting as he
Surrounded now inside her
and soft kiss relenting
he followed
To the blinking horizon and eternity