miles to go before i sleep.
i was never here.
the realms of the unreal.
our surroundings were beginning to lose their cohesion… so was i.
these woods are lovely dark and deep…
you were never alone.
the illusion of comprehensibility.
There really isn’t anything you wouldn’t try…
A Heaviness by Liz Tran
Oh, I do miss summer camp…
Ok, so… where are these woods, cuz i want to hike there.
badcatholickids: by Angel Lartigue