no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean…
At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them.Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.
Fall it cools,
Winter it snows,
Spring it rains,
Summer comes
And you go.
— Martha Wainwright (via jonlecouris)
