I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.
Hands like secrets are the hardest thing to keep from you,
lines and phrases like knives your words can cut me through
dismantle me down, you dismantle me, you dismantle me.
—Anberlin (via recklessbuffaloes)