It’s after midnight and I’m standing on a concrete platform
waiting on a train
gazing across an empty parking lot at the lights of cars
moving along a freeway
I’m missing you like a limb or something
I once believed in
I wish the world wouldn’t always boil down
Everybody knows that a broken heart is blind.
—The Black Keys
All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.
—Iain S. Thomas (via theonlymagicleftisart)