Pistin Tässä Hiljattain Yrityksen Pystyyn..

listening to rave music

home alone

cleaning

He took the matchbox from my shaking hands and lit one. The whole thing caught flame easily. Hardly stepping away he dropped it on the ground, which sparked an immediate chain reaction.  We'd done good prepping.

He wrapped his arm around me, and I leaned into him.  It was a warm autumn evening; he had sundrops in his hair, the air smelled of wildflowers and gasoline. Running his fingers trough my hair he began humming a familiar tune, a lullaby father had taught me.  I glanced up at him, and saw the reflection of our home in his eyes. Something inside broke and collapsed. I finally dared look straight at the house. The fire had spread quickly, already eating away at the upstairs outer wall.

Smoke began to clog the view before our lungs.  He took a deep breath, and began guiding me gently toward the car. A single suitcase filled with books & paintings laid on the back seat. It was all we'd taken from our years here.  I wrapped his coat tighter around myself, as we drove off into the world outside the manor.

I thought the light was blinking.

It wasn’t.

I was...

People want us dead when they most need us. Deep inside they know, We could help if they only let us.

And we keep trying, We come back again and again, & we get chased out town after town.

Until we become the crazy old lady in the woods, you always saw us as.

The curse of a good heart. The curse of (not) knowing better.

ᗰᑌIᔕTᗩKᗩᗩᕼᗩᑎ ᗩᗩᑎEᔕTᗩᗩ KᑌᑎTᗩᐯᗩᗩᒪEIᔕᔕᗩ

To clear up the confusion

I'm a they-bi

so, ya know, just message me :3

Nothing matters, no one cares. Who wakes up screaming out your name when you are gone? Nothing matters, no one cares. It will end, Always the same way it began.

'Cause nothing matters. And no one cares. How does one tell the difference between the Sun and other stars? Distance matters, so does time. Who wakes up crying in the night when we're all gone?

art films, thrillers, camp horror: this is what's wrong with the world

us, the children of that world: um, yes please?