will graham
will glam
The map
The kings eyes travelled across painted hills and drawn gullies, tumbled off cliffs and slid down slopes mind on other things.
This is the last path of my life. I walk it for a smokey god. A god of air. We steal onto the fold, into the darkness. Forever more.
this is the best thing that appeared on my dash today
I am dead.
what a glorious and delicate language
I love you, German.
sabellart
