Sometimes,
at night, in bed, before I fall asleep, I think about a poem I might write, someday, about my heart,
says the heart.
(R. Siken)

Lotte, German. I believe in love.

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durbikins:

oh yeah, with the new size limit for .gifs this thing can finally be posted
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what the fuck

A Primer for the Small Weird Loves [x]

We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.

Who fears to walk upon the grass? But it is the grass that hides the viper from her enemies and shelters her until she strikes.

Chaos has come  a g a i n

dramatisecho:

…just my parents

Who prays over us when we sleep?

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