ghost-hymns:

by Marc Johns

ghost-hymns:

by Marc Johns

I’m eating brussel sprouts and Kraft dinner right now.

stayclassysupernatural:

          E L E U T H E R O M A N I A

stayclassysupernatural:

E L E U T H E R O M A N I A

"I want to forget everything you told me. I want to wash away how uncertain you made me. How scared I was of losing you. How I lost you anyway. I don’t want to know how your hands feel or what makes you smile. I don’t want to see you in photos, familiar like a dream I had once or a book I never finished. I don’t want to speak about you in snippets or think about how I behaved. Or know that I still think about it. Or know that you’re not just a lamp or a blade of grass, indistinguishable from the rest."