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I dreamed I had a widows peak and I'd never felt so beautiful. My hair was silver and the air was thick. I was a shell and I was empty but the weight of the world kept me grounded. Everything changed and you were there and the husk of myself became flesh and bone and I cried; I cried for you and I cried for me and I cried for the gravity of the situation, Something I could actively do and have an end product to show. We were in a city and it was busy and I was scared And you took my hand like you always did and told me ya-got-me. Your hand felt like twigs and i couldn't grasp it like I was used to so I kept trying and trying But frustration got the better of me and I yelled at you for changing and you yelled at me for expecting it to be the same after all these years And you broke my heart all over again.
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Densità Fluorescente, 1997-1998 by Alessandro Lupi
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