Wish I Was Her - Tumblr Posts

an angel rose of out the flames of a wildfire the other day. her wings were made out of flames and when she spoke she spat out sparks. her eyes burned in their sockets like white coals. FEAR NOT spoke she. FEAR NOT

Kiss Art February - Week 2 // "Obsession" (Mania)

Finding out I’m not only the mom friend along with a caring and kind individual that people trust and not a horrible little guy that lives in the woods and eats lost travelers has made me experience all of the stages of grief and some

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i will never have the drip of an anomalocaris and it makes me sad :(