small letter, small voice, small baby alma
I need to get my appetite back.
WHY DO I WATCH THIS FUCKING SHOW??? // ballads for evenings spent crying at your laptop screen, for poor writing and fridged females, for that one goddamn show you just can’t shake [listen]
if I die, I can be replaced
love tumblr mobile
“I can see all the doors, and what’s behind all the doors.
And behind one of them - incredibly - I see him.”
I can’t believe it’s over. Truly, the end of an era.
Just look at the flowers, Lizzie..
All these infinite universes… and yet we end up just going down the same paths.