This war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors, pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviours. But I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores, so come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief, and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach, come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever. We only have what we remember.
(via viceslikecarter)
