@1 week ago with 1267 note and 4363 play
Remember not our faulty pieces,
Remember not our rusted parts,
It’s not the petty imperfections that define us
But the way we hold our hearts,
And the way we hold our heads,
I hope they write your names beside mine
On my gravestone when I’m dead.
And when we’re dead let our voices carry on
To find a better song.
(Source: ginjesus, via dutchessofprunes)