Sep 5, 2015
❝ me , well , there’s nothin’ i can do to help . i’m useless . ❞
‘ nemovlya sestra,
who could’ve imagined, a voice rugged yet coated with the sound of a heart so gentle.
a look from eyes blessed with the curse of sight, forgiving to the hopelessly naive and those lost in the naivety of the depths of their lives.
and pale hands, their palms are open with welcome as they reach to cup the other’s face. fingers smooth as they brush away the tears, heavier than the blood of her own
‘ you, my sister, are everything but useless
