BludKroonerofFloods. . .

The Tides rose.
Curdling in a muted swell.
His Heart shifted.
Like a glance
stunning and seizing.
His lips struggled for Freedom.
As a Prisoner pacing
drowning in ideas.
When finally
he sung against the glassy silence. . .
a Tune most Beautiful and True. . .

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Sunset Moon by (Buck--Fever)

mossyelf:

phiife:

this eases the entire fuck out of my mind.

Goodnight

(Source: algoll, via sunshine--daisys)

sersuas:

BULLSHIT
zerostatereflex:

All Saturn V rockets launched at the same time.