I am canvas.
There is poetry painted on the
Of my ribs.
There are sketches
Of exit wounds drawn
In all the places you kissed me.
There are chalk lies
Spattered on my eyelids,
Doodles of all the tears cried
After you left
Down my cheeks.
"Here is where you broke my heart."
I point to my chest.
“Here is where you killed me.”
I point to my head.
There is nothing symbolic
GUYS I JUST FUCKING REALIZED SOMETHING
THE LEGENDARY WRITER MARGARET ATWOOD
LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE AN OLDER VERSION OF RIVER SONG
WHAT THE FUCK
A journal of Impossible Things
This leaf isn’t just the past, it’s a whole future that never happened.
COULD YOU JUST IMAGINE THOUGH CAUSE CAPTAIN JACKS SUPPOSED TO RETURN FOR SOME EPISODES THIS SEASON AND IN THAT ONE EPISODE THEY SAID THE FACE OF BOE WAS FREAKING PREGNANT
I DIDN’T NEED THIS GIFSET IN MY LIFE