theidiot

Ooh, come with me – To the fields

One little indian

I lifted this from Poetry Unbound by Ó Tuama, Pádraig

Don't give up

The devil is in the details

The harder you try, the bigger the fall

Against the night wielding the darkest of arts.

Oh! My Delilah... if only you had truly loved me.

Every spring, graduation season stirs something ancient in me—ghosts of choices, absences, and half-formed goodbyes.

how many roads must a man walk down?