If you hear this and you think you’re ready, then meet me in Montauk where we’ll write out in the sand, “Here lies the destiny of 2 hurt souls afraid to be cured again.” That could be our epitaph.
The time for sleep is now
It’s nothing to cry about
‘cause we’ll hold each other soon
"She got whatever it is
It blows me away
She’s everything I want to say to a woman
but couldn’t find the words to say
She got whatever it is
I don’t know what to do
Cause every time I try and tell her how I feel
it comes out “I love you”
You got whatever it is"
Zac Brown Band (via ohwowitsmelissa)
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