none of you will remember me, but if you’re still interested in following me:

http://n-crypt.tumblr.com/

I’m still here for the most part.

uwugazi:

fathers exist solely to die or treat you poorly or be distant as all hell in the name of building character

goodbye

there’s this notion that i sometimes get when i’m laying in bed
and with my eyes closed
the room feels like it’s expanding

inviting bad airs

home just isn’t exactly the same

in the dark
you can’t really tell what you’re up against
even if you were scared

you couldn’t see
how could you have ever known it happened?
did it happen?

runaway & escape : that’s the plan