It doesn’t matter how it happened, or why. What matters is it did.
When the world is crashing down, I will throw it on my back for you..
When you’re paralyzed and bound, I’ll be waging war, my love.
standing still is like running on ice—I only gain a little distance when I fall… tired of telling myself it’s okay to be this tired. this sick and tired of the turns the world takes and the people that it makes us be.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map