Boatlife…

Boatlife…

dirtyxangel:

THE BEST MOST HOPEFUL THING I HAVE EVER READDDD

dirtyxangel:

THE BEST MOST HOPEFUL THING I HAVE EVER READDDD

(via laurrrrxo)

The pearls weren’t really white, they were a warm oyster beige, with little knots in between so if they broke, you only lost one. I wished my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn’t come apart.
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander  (via lovely—delight)

(via preppyinpeach)

There’s not a second that goes by when I’m not thinking of you in some way.
I want to see your face, feel your hands in mine, feel you against me,
But I know that will never be. You left me and I can’t get you back.
I move like I imagine the damned do. Cursed.
And I feel like it’s only a matter of time.
I don’t know why I’m writing this, I don’t know what can come of it.
I know I can’t get you back.

I don’t know why this has happened to us,
I feel like it’s me, bad luck, poison?
I’ve stopped doing this world any real good.

Once more into the fray,
Into the last good fight I’ll ever know,
Live or die on this day…
Live or die on this day…

Ready for a Day on the water!

Ready for a Day on the water!

Day in the boat

Day in the boat