It's time the tale were told of how you took a child and you made him old.
F*ck
off
❼
The earth makes a sound as of sighs and the last drops fall from the emptied cloudless sky. A small boy, stretching out his hands and looking up at the blue sky, asked his mother how such a thing was possible. Fuck off, she said.
Wild
mags
It's time the tale were told of how you took a child and you made him old.
editorial
stuff
There’s man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet.
Me
➩
I shall soon be quite dead at last in spite of all.