Samotsiew

Love it!

thosefuckingangels:

Angel appreciation post

→ Anna

I hunted heaven

for him.

No dice.

Too uppity,

it was. Not enough

music, or dark dirt.

I begged the earth empty

of him. Death

believes in us whether

we believe

or not. For a long while

I watch the sound

of a boy bouncing a ball

down the block

take its time

to reach me. Father,

find me when

you want. I’ll wait.

—“Pietà,” by Kevin Young

mybelovedcheshire:

#his own name is his pickup line

faintlygold:

#i personally believe that adler wasn’t in love with him at all #instead her one weakness was an inablity to resist a good pun