csidesuicide:melisica: (by Mrite) It’s like the air won’t let you move. We feel restless and uncaring. It’s like the air won’t let you twist the arm of someone you love. this is so beautiful
csidesuicide:melisica: (by Mrite) It’s like the air won’t let you move. We feel restless and uncaring. It’s like the air won’t let you twist the arm of someone you love. this is so beautiful
