"And underneath she’d written did my touch make you less lonely.
Oh she promised me that we’d be creasing sheets,
And that our bodies would be bruising, wrestling underneath,
And I wanted to ask her how she cut her teeth,
And why she let time slip through her skinny, skinny fingers."

hefnerhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_PKgQCb8qwY
26th Apr 2012✧02:12

"And underneath she’d written did my touch make you less lonely.
Oh she promised me that we’d be creasing sheets,
And that our bodies would be bruising, wrestling underneath
And I wanted to ask her how she cut her teeth
And why she let time slip through her skinny, skinny fingers"

hefnera hymn for the postal service
4th Apr 2012✧23:07
Opaque  by  andbamnan