#utlagi

cause you've been too busy thinking ahead of where we're all going after we're dead to maybe consider our bodies are worth more than the dust that we can return

this hill i'll die on is about 90 meters of bricks colored indigo, inscribed with my name, and lined with cedar but the words fall flat like cymbals crashing like molars gnashing

let be what is, let be what isn't it's a natural world in which we're living and if you let it alone, it will surely grow just leave it alone, child, and let it go

though the fire and wind shattered down the hills with a rage unbent and a fear that shook the firmament he was not within them, the clatter of brass and drums

hewwo i enjoy.... Pinterest