When her body first hit the net, all I registered was a gray blur. I pulled her across it and her hand was small, but warm, and then she stood before me, short and thin and plain and in all ways unremarkable- except that she had jumped first. The stiff had jumped first.
Even I didn’t jump first.
Her eyes were so stern, so insistent.
Beautiful.


Title: Wait

Artist: M83

Played: 4232 times
Kid: Yeah give me a pack of Marlboro Reds.
Cashier: Are you 18?
Kid: It's okay, they're a metaphor.

alotoflance:

does hannibal eat anything besides people like does he ever eat doritos

Tick, tock.”

unclefather:

when i’m famous i’ll remember that you unfollowed me

unclefather:

when i’m famous i’ll remember that you unfollowed me

Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again.