No, I'll never get used to silence. Something in the way she moves. Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new. Seems to me that when I die, these words will be written in my stone. I wanna live a life from a new perspective, you come along because I love your face. I can't live without you half the day. Have you got colour in your cheeks? It's like you're my mirror, my mirror staring back at me.

Missing you comes in waves. Tonight I’m drowning.

- Hannah Taylor, “Waves”. (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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