Anonymous: i miss him like the water misses touching the sea shore, like a guitar without any chords, like a mailbox missing letters on a sunday afternoon or soldier who just wants to come home - i miss him. i try not to, but dear god, i miss him.

rustyvoices:

gosh, you’re making me miss him too and I don’t even know him

For each person there is a sentence—a series of words—which has the power to destroy them.
― Philip K. Dick (via averageboywithkeyboard)