Remind me of the hour
where the universe just sucked in
and eroded my feet
and replaced them wings
where I forgot to look back
and just lived without daskljf
I don’t photograph because it’s my passion. Much like writing, it’s a coping mechanism.
Honestly, tumblr makes me so fucking depressed like wut.
When I’m scrolling down the dashboard, it just reminds me how much of an introvert I used to be… goddamn.
I’ve been worrying.
That I’ve been losing the ones that I hold dear.
That we’ve been living our lives, with the confines of fear.
Hey there! I haven’t cut mine since the summer of 2011! It helps if you have a purpose for keeping it long :) I’m donating mine to Locks for Love for cancer patients.