god bless whoever created this version
in love
(Source: poisonouswidowsbite)
could this be light?
does this mean everything’s going to be alright?
one look out my window theres trees talking like people.
i dreamt of storms, i dreamt of sound
i dreamt of gravity, keeping us around
i slept in the darkness it was lonely
& it was silent.
& what is this love?
i don’t…
don’t eva touch a black man’s radio
(Source: wayblackwhen, via oddsweatshirt)