(Source: para-n0rmal)
(Source: nepula)
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This is the portrait of a man,
Who cannot wrap his head around existence.
He sleeps in the mountains,
In reverie,
And when he opens his mouth,
An avalanche.
A white flag.
It’s too late. It’s too late.
You never fight the current,
You are the horizon, the sinking sun,
And you never take your eyes off me.
Search for me all night.
Come to save me.
It’s too late. It’s too late.
(Source: getting--old)
(Source: hopeisforheroes)
(Source: ritual-de-lo-habitual)
(Source: geniusofthehole)
(Source: palides)
(Source: m0rtality)
(Source: eating247)
