DEAR FOLLOWERS.
i’m moving blogs.
i have gone to dmn—fghtr.tumblr.com & will remain there permanently (most likely). please go follow me there.
i just really need a change asdfghjkl.
thank you very much <33
When the life is over and I die, I pray to God that there is no God because eternity is the most frightening of concepts.
The story of my life does not need an infinite epilogue.
Slanted beams of caramel
glitter and land on you.
Morning light, pale and
soft, breaks through
eyelids.The rays
unveil those small,
secret dust bunny gray
particles that roam
around in their placid, un-
rippled
hemisphere.
Some days my heart beats so fast
my ribcage sounds like a fucking railroad track
and my breath is a train I just can’t catch.
my ribcage sounds like a fucking railroad track
and my breath is a train I just can’t catch.
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| — | Andrea Gibson (via jackiesaqueer) |
