all changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves. we must die to one life before we can enter another.

anatole france

WHITE BIRDS . CHAPTER TWO

we’ll be washed and buried one day my girl

and the time we were given will be left for the world

the flesh that lived and loved will be eaten by plague

so let the memories be good for those who stay

winter winds, mumford and sons

WHITE BIRDS. CHAPTER ONE

“Were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea.” (x)

WHITE BIRDS.

“You, Sybil, are my secret. I- I think about you, a lot, and I would love to say I’m plotting your downfall, or assassination, jeez if I felt that way I could sleep wasy at night. But I think about your eyes, and your hair, and how nice you smell and how soft you feel. I’ve told myself and told myself you’re too far away from me, too wrong, too risky, but it doesn’t stop me wondering what you’re doing, whether you like chocolate ice cream or strawberry, or how you seem to be so collected when I know, and I’m sorry to say it, but I know you’re a little broken inside.”

Keep Your Enemies Closer by MissPixieWay