If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
— Alaska Gold
so when is grace gonna get a plot??
Soon I hope I’m starting to like her character
You know you feel weird when listening to Homestuck and playing legend of Zelda LTTP.
REBLOG THIS AND ILL WRITE YOUR URL IN THIS FANCY APP I JUST GOTI mean come on guys