Male, American, 21, this is my blog. Nothing here is mine and if it is mine you can use it any ways.
Ask me anything
Send me shit
this is all that's left of a broken hearted man.
Well, Jesus Christ, I’m not scared to die,
I’m a little bit scared of what comes after
Do I get the gold chariot?
Do I float through the ceiling?
Do I divide and pull apart?
'cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark
And the ship went down in sight of land
And at the gates, does Thomas ask to see my hands?