I'm not like them
Low Roar - Low Roar
The wind pushes north, through the straits, towards the clouds
The sun rests her head on the water around
By morning, our voices will sink with their shells
“I didn’t lose you. You lost me. You’ll search for me inside of everyone you’re with and I won’t be found.”— R. H. Sin
(via paigeypaige19)
