I see the vultures, they watch me bleed.
They lick their lips, as all the shame spills out of me.
I’m sorry I gave you everything I had without making sure you wanted it.
Heavy (#418: April 21, 2014)
I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.
Friedrich Nietzsche (via live-for-the-journey)
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