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)
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.

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.
