Saturday, 31 March 2012
it burns through me, that you do not know, and i have more, and you are more
everything that does not belong to this world moves as a beautiful, fucking marvel.
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A blog about life and losing my mind; about the emotions that take us, the colours that catch us, the little things that are lost. We create the dark, and we can stem the shadow.
everything that does not belong to this world moves as a beautiful, fucking marvel.
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