i sort of want something out of this;

"You’re the cool of the water, you’re the start of the summer. You keep me still like an anchor, in a storm you’re the cellar. When I’m heavy with worry, you make me light as a feather. When I’m deafened by anger, you’re the song I remember. With the grace of a dancer and the strength of a pillar, when I’m starving to suffer you just fill me with laughter. You’re a poet and a saint, you are the only one I choose to imitate. Oh, like the love of a father through the eye of a camera, it’s this picture I have seen; I’m on a sloping hill of green and you are walking there beside me."

Conor Oberst (via blua) (via loveyourchaos) (via elizabethwonderland)