Flight was second nature
Easy and comfortable
Like breathing

And skies, her world
The sun, her beacon
Clouds, her companions

Gentle and swift
Her movements flow
In hypnotic patterns

Her wings out of reach
From them and her
Invisible

And as she fell
The sun hid
The skies watched

Her descent, slow
Her spirit, torn
And her wings still, invisible

— (via jasminime)

swamped:

Do you ever look at someone and you’re like how

(via violentwavesofemotion)

snatch-comix:

imparalyzedbyitt:

do people think this is like really romantic or something he can’t hold her because he has fucking scissors for hands

no people think it’s really fucking sad ‘cause he loves her and cant hold her because he has SCISSORS FOR HANDS
snatch-comix:

imparalyzedbyitt:

do people think this is like really romantic or something he can’t hold her because he has fucking scissors for hands

no people think it’s really fucking sad ‘cause he loves her and cant hold her because he has SCISSORS FOR HANDS

snatch-comix:

imparalyzedbyitt:

do people think this is like really romantic or something he can’t hold her because he has fucking scissors for hands

no people think it’s really fucking sad ‘cause he loves her and cant hold her because he has SCISSORS FOR HANDS

(via 2amconversations)

tsktsks:

i don’t want you to leave

(via 2amconversations)

nevver:

The moon and other planets nevver:

The moon and other planets nevver:

The moon and other planets nevver:

The moon and other planets nevver:

The moon and other planets