And whats even worse is regular ol’ intersecting lines
They meet once and grow farther apart forever.
Maybe the wolf is in love with the moon, and each month it cries for a love it will never touch.
Anonymous (via psych-facts)
Thousands of ghosts in the darkness
Lost in a strange neighborhood
The lights from the warm houses haunt them
They forgot what they lost, but they know it was good.
oh god 2.0 