Julia / 18 / British Columbia
These rays were ours. We made and unmade them. Not the shudder of continents doused us, the moon's passion, nor crash of comets. O stranger, Plutonian, descendant, or beast in the stretching night: there was light.
If I tell you let me go, Tell me sorry no, you are home.
i love this so much
this song is so pretty
Little Locket Brighten