"We were both broken in our own ways sifting through the rubble for the wrong things. I know you’ve got a vengeful heart and I cannot be stopped as soon as I start, but you have seen your darkest rooms and I have slept in makeshift tombs, and this is where we find our peace. This is where we are at least. We are the same, we are both safe, underneath the sycamore."

— Death Cab For Cutie, Underneath The Sycamore (via venula)

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