Maybe you’re the strong one, having your convictions.
And I’m just the lonely one, doing up the dishes.
I wish you would’ve known that was our last kiss, then.
Do you love me, do you love me? Or are you gone for good now?
— Hawksley Workman, Snow Angel (via human-cartography)
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