Try explaining a life bundled with episodes of this— swallowing mud, swallowing glass, the smell of blood on the first four knuckles. We pull our boots on with both hands but we can't punch ourselves awake and all I can do is stand on the curb and say Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
I’ve been on tumblr for nearly a year now, so I thought I’d make a follow forever. even if I don’t talk to most of these people, they all have amazing blogs, and they’re also really nice and talented people on top of that, so I will never unfollow them. :)