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the days I don't want to kill myself are extraordinary
hammond b3 organ cistern - gabrielle calvocoressi/heavy - hieu minh nguyen/ @alecstasy (x)/to begin with, the sweet grass - mary oliver/don't hesitate - mary oliver/ @sunrisethoughts02/a good day, kait rokowski/hammond b2 organ cistern - gabrielle calvocoressi
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
Kait Rokowski
— Kait Rokowski (via lunamonchtuna)
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends, and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
Kait Rokowski

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
Kait Rokowski
I am alive, and by god I’m tired of being awakened, but unlived. I step outside.
[vive, vive, traci brimhall || lazarus rising, supernatural || bee in jar, molly brodak || the sacrifice of iphigenia, bischof wolfgang huber || grave of a suicide victim, wilhelm kotarbiński || dead stars, ada limón || white is for witching, helen oyeyemi || unkown || a good day, kait rokowski || unfortunately, It was paradise: selected poems; “the flute cried,”, mahmoud darwish || you don't have to be everything: poems for girls becoming themselves, diana whitney]