words, words... they never come close.

[jesusandwich]

I’m standing, staring at my breath as it rises from in front of my face, thick and flowing as if I had just released a drag from the cigarette I’d finished an hour or so before. I watch as my breath rises, parallel and so close in kind to the mist rising from the lake below me. It’s morning, and with the air so crisp at my cheeks, I could almost

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[furiousangel101]

You're wonderful.