weight in gold.

black dust in orbit cascades down like a parachute. bricks on my shoulders; this gravity hurts when you know the truth.

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[dvoyd]

we’re all killers. we’ve all killed parts of ourselves to survive. we’ve all got blood on our hands. something somewhere had to die so we could stay alive.

if memories could bleed, if dreams could scream | m.a.w (via benafflecksgf)

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