Lyrics:
I draw you through a straw of leaves
to where the trees grow in the mud.
And both are down here on our knees - as if there is no shame.
To feel the fire. Oh to feel the fire!
Doves bathe in silvery air.
Gray doves bathe in the silvery air!
I cry, but I don’t care!
I cry and I don’t care.
I draw you through a straw of leaves
to where trees grow in sticky mud.
‘As if there is no guilt.’
Oh to feel the fire!
Doves bathe in silvery air
- they fog up my glasses.
I cry, but I don’t care!
I cry and I don’t care.
stop buying computers for people who are legally children
2 days ago - 
13
13 
So jealous of my dog, just lying there all curled up and cosy, while Shostakovich is playing and it rains outside
2 days ago - 2
2
God has not been trying an experiment on my faith or love in order to find out their quality. He knew it already. It was I who didn’t… He always knew that my temple was a house of cards. His only way of making me realize the fact was to knock it down.
C. S. Lewis, A Grief Observed (via sustainedbygrace)
4 days ago - 9
9
