the call of the void.

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"We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
by sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
'till human voices wake us, and we drown."

scott-mccall-me:

Iron & Wine - Flightless Bird, American Mouth

Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair,
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere

(via flowury)