@sixofcrowsnet heist: music - neptune (sleeping at last)
pitch black, pale blue it was a stained glass variation of the truth and i felt empty handed
stitch by stitch, i tear apart if brokenness is a form of art i must be a poster child prodigy
i’m only honest when it rains if i time it right, the thunder breaks when i open my mouth i want to tell you, but i don’t know how
















