(via flourhoneyandmilk)

Stand straight
Fall back in line
Comb your hair
Get to work on time
Everyone
In the big machine
Tries to break you heart
And pull you underneath

Maybe I’m wrong and all that you get is what you see 
But maybe I’m right and there’s something out there to believe

Everybody’s talking in their sleep
They push a lot of air around
But don’t say much of anything
Except when they’re laughing
Like some ghosts under a sheet

(via thesoulselects)

We’ve been talking about a ceasefire. For Christmas Eve. What do you think?

(via flourhoneyandmilk)

You were just a little girl in a flannel night gown. And you were shoveling snow from the walk in front of our house. And I was the snow. I was the snow and everywhere I landed and everything I covered, you scooped me up with a big red shovel. You scoop me up.