It’s quite sad actually. It’s sad that I’ve accepted this. I’ve accepted the sadness. I don’t run from it any more. I’ve let it surround me. I’ve let it seep into my veins and break my bones. It’s in my lungs and every inch of my mind. I’ve let myself get trapped by it, and only I’m at fault. No one but me.


Cat doesn’t know what to do with the butterfly that flew on its paw.

I can’t breathe I’m laughing too hard

Literally the most beautiful thing ever

… by Angirias
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