Every time i close my eyes.
It’s always the same.
(Source: jamespoynton, via architectureofdoom)
Tell me what you see.
(Source: abasa, via deadskinmasks)
perhaps beyond those shrouded swells another man did walk with another child on the dead gray sands. Slept but a sea apart on another beach among the bitter ashes of the world or stood in their rags lost to the same indifferent sun.
(Source: woke-up-dead, via goodmemory)
How it is. How it is going to be.