somewhere
there is a woman in china holding a black umbrella so she
won’t taste the salt of the rain when the sky begins to weep;
there is a 17 year old girl who smells like pomegranates and has summer air tight on her naked skin, wrapping around her scars
like veins in a bloody garden, who won’t make it past tomorrow;
there are people watching films,
making love for the first time, opening mail with the
heading of ‘i miss you’, cooking noodles with
organic spices and red sauces, buying lemon detergent,
ignoring ‘do not smoke’ signs, painting murals
of his lips in abandoned warehouses, chewing
the words ‘i love you’ over and over again, swallowing
phone numbers and forgotten birthdays, eating
strawberry pies, drinking white wine off of each
others open mouths, ignoring the telephone,
reading this poem
somewhere
someone is thinking
i’m alone
somewhere
someone finally understands
they never really
were

— (via wwwsally)

i. sleep on the floor by the lumineers;
ii. hold back the river by james bay;
iii. blue moon by beck;
iv. walking disasters by the wombats;
v. last hope by paramore;
vi. talking to the moon by 크림 kream;
vii. be still by the killers;
viii. the hug by atli orvarsson;
ix. young blood by birdy;
x. until then by eâst.

https://open.spotify.com/user/emmafrcst/playlist/3ikLCozEKrcdjREjmNLgE9 | songs to make you feel at home on those lonely and sad nights.