we’ve all got both light and dark inside us. what matters is the part we choose to act on. that’s who we really are.
prompt: Words Are Dead by Agnes ObelInspiration
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I’m living in an age
That calls darkness light
Though my language is dead
Still the shapes fill my head
prompt: my body is a cage by peter gabriel
no place to call our home
goodbye, Clara. I miss you.
And with a deep breath, I’ll take this leap to find you.
I talked to her earlier today. She’s gone from tumblr, but she’s okay. Don’t worry sweetie, but you’re very kind to feel concerned~