You come and go on your own schedule, Forsaking me, And I am forlorn and scorched. Those allowed into your life Are unworthy, Those who claim to love you and yet Trample upon your being, Those who gloat and shout their pride To their competitors who are crimson with Fury and envy. In your beautiful anger, you return to me And tug upon my world with your faint And dainty grip, but each time, It is with half of yourself hidden away. I am at a complex misunderstanding as to why You blanket yourself in a shroud, But I implore you to realize that It is I who loves your many birthmarks. You were born of us and this place in a Moment wholly primordial, so why must This endeavor of our love be a battle Of mystery? You bathe me in your pale glow, And I feel that I can reach the clouds When you are near.
Doodling with pen. You can see the entire moleskine on march at Thinkspace Gallery
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me: i dont care about my follower count
me: [loses a follower]
me: honestly? i dont know what i did wrong, maybe all of u are just too judgmental, either way, i dont think i can make it in here, tumblr is just too toxic. i think i need a break to figure myself out, and i think you might do too :)
Mond, Meer und Nacht
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Group pictures with Twimc
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