Among the wet seaweed she found eleven white swan feathers, which she collected in a sheaf. There were still drops of water on them, but whether these were spray or tears no one could say.

[dnd]and God does not care for your benevolenceanymore than he cares for the lack of it in others

to laugh while you know you leave just a shadow

surprise, sometimes, will come around

feels like the whole world's coming down on me

if you're leaving please still say goodbye

that's all there ever was

he approved of my new tote bags (if you want to get one you can dm me here! the bag not the dog.)

stumbling over land

m-miku? (1/2)