Not you, junior. You’re done now.
"And tomorrow I could get hit by a bus, that’s what life is! Look, I know losing somebody you love, it’s terrible. You shut yourself off, believe me, I know. But when you shut out pain, you shut out everything else, too."
"Returning from the deadused to be something I did wellI began asking whyI began forgetting how”-Margaret Atwood, poem excerpt from “Power Politics”
Dani's SPN Graphics Challenge
humanitycas vs. nosignofwings
Then how could I remember this ? Very first word I ever said to you. Trapped in that cellar. Surrounded by shop window dummies… oh… such a long time ago.
Twelve in Deep Breath
because i don’t trust myself