Watching as grand colors turn bland, blurry but blithe as they mock all my plans. I observe my limits of nerve, mourning a loss of inspiring verve. I've come to this, all my purpose and planning, heisting inviting my reckless abandon. It's fast holding true as fires once crimson burn now a fierce blue. Flames so misconstrued, but please excuse my past intentions, for they were just as lost too.. <3 ∞
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Reblogged from myles-fish
i have no idea what this is but it’s cool. and ps this is queued :)
(Source: tpaige12)
