you watch the sky with kaleidoscopic eyes

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my hopes are weapons that i’m still learning how to use right , but they’re heavy and i’m awkward.


So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

(via no-rest-for-the-mind)

i am nothing
i feel everything
sleep is all i hope for

good grief, that’s depressing