I need a place to call home. Your heart is uninhabitable.
Sean O’Pry by Koray Birand
why does this have 32k notes? it’s just a picture of a knife in a ranch bottle, is there some unspoken joke that 32 thousand people share? what is going on here, i dont get it. it’s just a fucking picture of a knife in a ranch bottle. is there some spiritual connection people have to this picture? is there some ominous and mystical reasoning that this has 32 thousand notes? do people reblog this because it makes them look like some indie blogger? or is there just something funny to this? someone please explain
no one tell him
What am I? A crutch? A convenience?
What am I? A fool? Blind?
Am I a force of habit, the alternative to fear?
I think it’s safe to say I’m alone.
I look in the mirror and I don’t recognise him, that man looking back at me. I’m just now gathering a semblance of who I was.