All because of you, I believe in angels.
Not the kind with wings, no, not the kind with halos, the kind that bring you home, when home becomes a strange place.
I’ll follow your voice, all you have to do is shout it out.
And I don’t think you see the places inside me that I find you.
And I don’t know how we woke up one day somehow thought we knew exactly what were supposed to do.
I’m listening to Rise Against and I’m slowly forgetting than remembering than forgetting again.
- Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via kushandwizdom)
- Kristin Armstrong (via lovefoundinwaves)