— 6-Word Story, #36 (via manicfix)
(Source: mostlyfiction, via thesittingduck)
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(Source: mostlyfiction, via thesittingduck)
(Source: hellanne, via purebliisss)
I could be a king dear on a crown
Humble or poor rich or renowned
There is nothing I couldn’t do
If I had you.
If I had you.
If I had you…
And when I move my face left
You’re always standing there
(A shadow I can’t see)
And even then I can’t trace
You’re walking away