Depression settles on my raincoat as beady drops of dew.
Edging and dribbling down my arm,
But too far to reach or wipe away,
Oozing down my spine,
Failing my veins, my brain,
Unable to be stopped or wiped away,
Overflowing as the crack of my empty soul are filled.
- Sycroax (via sycroax)

cablos:

man some peoples birthdays are today they get presents and then more presents how about that

cablos:

are people still changing the source on photos?? it’s almost 2014

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