cannot find any peace; “the night sky is vast, unending, predictable; peace when we had known none. and maybe that’s why, lying here, my hands laced in his beneath a canopy of stars, i finally feel at home. (or, perhaps it’s just him).”

a playlist for this terrible horrible relationship which has broken my heart a million times over; may you find peace in elysium. 

i. always gold - radical face | ii. blood bank - bon iver | iii. the funeral - band of horses | vi. my boy builds coffins - florence + the machine | v. boat song - woodkid | vi. golden casket - king baby james | vii. atlas hands - benjamin francis leftwich | viii. wrapped in piano strings - radical face | ix. fire escape - half moon run | x. feels like the end - mikky ekko | xi. the lightning strike: part iii (daybreak) - snow patrol 

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