we dug these holes we crawled into, now they're my home

main blog: glitter-sores

hope i die in my sleep. fingers crossed.

"Blooming, I’m becoming hazy and disappearing like rotten flowers."
— 有村竜太郎 (via killheji)

(via cinnabeun)

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness like resignation to the end always the end.