Our envy of others devours us most of all.

Charcoal bit off spark and vaulted Shadow spazzed against fire, called whiskey bluff When do I retire? I cannot pretend other shift I am aware I tarry and then cut moorings Dirt over campfire the smart way Water drained from the lake Will I meet all I knew Will those who collected together genes be there to see me Their latest version Like an afterlife cell phone This week’s upgrade is— Can’t say anyone knows Heaven and Oblivion are the easiest bets And calm the cognitive collapse But I can’t weigh one or the other When the fire goes, it goes

one day i will stop reblogging this gifset

you know what i want to know

EXCUSE ME ASSHOLE THAT IS CINNAMON HE WAS BORN IN THE FOURTH SEASON