At Breaths End
You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
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Post reblogged from Color My Life With The Chaos Of Trouble.
I hate it when you are having a bad day and everyone takes it personally, like no i hate myself, not you. get the fuck over yourself.
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Photo reblogged from it is what it is
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Post reblogged from #whatshouldwecallme
Expectation:
Reality:
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Post reblogged from Zombieland,TX
my last word will probably be either “whoops” or “shit”
(Source: kiodi)
