Gracie. 19. Sleepyhead. Bookworm. Camera around my neck. Music in my ears. Movie buff. A little weird. A little crazy. Floating in space, drifting in time. Texas girl living in Rhode Island.
ghosts(s)
Does anyone actually know what you have to do when people are singing happy birthday to you.
(Source: livenights, via highmeh)
tags:personal ocean
The infinite black night sky lay above us, cloaking us from a distance. The darkness was combatted by a sprinkling of twinkling stars above that we kept confusing for airplanes. The constant rhythmic flow of the ocean beating against the rocks kept our ears pleased. In and out. In and out. You were speaking of the infiniteness of the ocean; I was hearing the infiniteness of your voice. You spoke of blues and infinity and retreated to your cave within your hood. The compassion you showed for your best friend during conversations enveloped me in a way only the ocean was able to do so before. The air chilled my bones, and your shivering body next to mine confirmed that you felt the cold too, but I had never felt warmer.
