I’ve come to realize that I don’t have private moments.
And why should I?
Nothing has meaning in my life.
And the few people that really matter? They just leave.
Fuck it, maybe someone will miss me when I’m gone.
Our love is God.
the images are huge every time i’ve looked at it. and i just started a few months ago, i’m not great at fixing links and shit, sorry. it may have just been a certain image that took you to someone elses tumblr? idk. i’ll have someone better with tumblr look at it for me.