aand make me aind whisk it away
wn a greenline dumpster someday
will find a crumpled spine supine
eith a poor head for business
anterprising young fellow
ot least there’s a maybe chance that some
If course, but then what does anybody know—
will write books—nobody reads em
💙💛 I love my for reaffirming my purpose in her first message to me, and for being the sweetest bestSTAY a girl could ask for. 🖤 for being a champion leader for STAY's physical and mental health, and my Pocket Lola who inspires (and frightens) me.
Jaidontcare : fuck this shit, this pathetic half mutant son of a bitch killed me, I was protecting my crew, I shot at his blonde whiny bitch I only touched his shoulder I - Why do mix of two aus where Simon and Grace rescue the mouthwashing crew and Ilyukhina and Yáo are ghosts
Not because the answer does not matter, but because asking would make your need visible in a place where it has already felt a little exposed. You can sense the thin line between seeking clarity and feeling as if you are begging for a place that used to be easier to trust.
DIeath is funny that way, sneaking up on those you love most but never really think death could effect them - and yet it did. remember a sinking numbing feeling in my chest as I read the message and tried to find a chair to sit and digest what I'd just read.