are August dawn
and for just one
we were everything.
And the mountains said I could find you here
They whisper the snow and the leaves in my ear
I traced my finger along your trails
Your body was the map, I was lost in there
tumblrs message system is a bit like messenger pigeons only they’re chickens and you just kind of throw them in the direction of the recipient and hope they find their way
I have my mother’s
and none of
and I have my father’s
of his selfishness
Anonymous said: 12, 15, 32, 48, 50?
12 & 15 - answered
32. Who do you miss right now?
Right now? My childhood self, mostly.
48 - answered
50. Five random facts about yourself:
Let’s see. I currently have a headache. I refuse to get a smartphone. My first and last names suck. 1000% night owl. And I like dusting, it’s oddly satisfying.