And for a moment, your bed sheets are a cape and in between deep breaths and curling limbs, you learn to save yourself. Sometimes heroism isn’t in taking flight, but knowing when to land.
D.K. // Taking care // for @nightmareabouttacos (via doekent)
Then, one foggy Christmas Eve,
Santa came to say:
“Rudolph, when you grow up,
Would you be the savior of the broken,
The beaten, and the damned?”
oh my fucking god
me, trying to spell something in french: uhhhhhh i think that’s enough vowels
the french language: youe fooule…. youe insouelente cowèurde
There once was a singer of old,
Who then broke away from the fold,
He won’t give you up,
He won’t let you down,
In a word you have been limerick-rolled.
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