The truth leaks out in our dreams; alone in our beds (because we are all alone at night, even if we do not sleep by ourselves), we soar, we fly, we flee.
— Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet (via slychedelic)
save yourself
i step forward and back to save myself from you
Give me something cold
Give me something hot
Give me something painful
Give me something too good to be true
Give me anything to move just a bit of my heart
I will give you anything to move you closer to me.
