So that when I’m driving home at night
Tired frustrated and pinned down by spite
I’m reminded of your love
Unlike these things will never change
Or fade or pass away

ironminds:

i just want to be something more than the mud in your eyes.

i want to be the clay in your hands.

Auto-reblog.

(Source: finn-thehuman, via fightoffyourdemons-)

Mineral - Sounds like Sunday

“Time doesn’t always heal
It just breathes and swallows memories”