blutetragen:

Then as he sang
it was no longer sounds only that made the music:
he spoke, and as no tree listens I listened, and language
came into my roots
out of the earth,
into my bark
out of the air,
into the pores of my greenest shoots
gently as dew
and there was no word…

Oct 18 4:48 with 6 notes

Sometimes all you need is timely encouragement :-)

Oct 17 6:46

feel like I’m fucking crumbling lol -.-

Oct 07 10:10

😡😡😡😞😪

Oct 03 6:36

is drowning myself in tv an option

Sep 29 14:13

SOBS MARVEY SOBS MY FAVOURITE PAIRING EVER

Sep 23 13:50 with 1 note

the fear is real

Sep 21 23:16

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