(Source: speculativevision, via 2076)
You have been sleeping badly. All tight with worry about asteroids arriving, and if you can still bake bread with your heavy little hands and those holes in your lungs.
When I dream of you there are no asteroids, and there is your bread, and you sleep all quiet and tiny breath.
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(Source: kurtbraunohler, via condomplating)
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