knows nothing about cars
would be able to spot a ‘67 Chevy Impala from the 53rd floor of a building
through the fog
by the sound of the motor
"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."
starting today all blogs without the following gifs will be deleted within 24 hours
These are cute
im very angry at the tumblr staff right now
don’t tell me you’d die for me, dear poet. a rotting corpse has no place in my bed. and in your darkest hours, no matter how many times you’ve written me into a thousand suns in dissimilar states of explosion, there’s naught i can do when your hands turn blue.
for my followers who are werewolves
for my followers who are dating werewolves
to all my followers that want to avoid werewolves
for all my followers who want to become werewolves
for all my followers who hunt werewolves