Youreyesblazeout: Some Days I Wake Up Not Knowing How To Love You. I Stare Out The Windows, I Look Into The Distance… Not Trying To Find You, But Rather, Turning The Sky Over And Over In My Hands Like A Worry Stone… Or Like I’m Fondling, Holding
dharuadhmacha: redditfront: I want this knife stand!!! Beware the Ides of March!! “Et tu, Brute?” Never saw it coming. Now? I know that they all stab you in the end. I will never forget it.
