the loneliest thing in the s h a p e of a
f i s t
that i w i s h i could bring in this b i t t e r a b y s s
p e t r i f i e dheart
s t i l l b o u n d i n .
Nothing is sacred and nothing is sure anymore, except all that you are and stand for. Guide me toward your p o r t a l .
The loneliest thing in the shape of a fist that I wish I could bring in this bitter abyss is my petrified heart, still pounding.
Killing an hour of downtime with some Final Fantasy feels so nice.
I’ll always love the combover but I think I loved the front bangs the most! (http://i.imgur.com/NH1Aef0.jpg)