oldsamovar:

Winter in Saint-Petersburg

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kill-whitepeople:

funkybug:

i put on my shoes and 

I push my fingers into my eyes
It’s the only thing that slowly stops the ache
But it’s made of all the things I have to take
Jesus it never ends, it works it’s way inside
If the pain goes on

I have screamed until my veins collapsed
I’ve waited as my times elapsed
Now all I do is live with so much fate

I wished for this, I bitched at that
I’ve left behind this little fact
You cannot kill what you did not create