It was her birthday so naturally we drew on each other..
what is that in the mirror, or the corner of your eye?
what is that footstep following, but never passing by?
perhaps they are all just waiting. perhaps when we are all dead,
out they will come a-slithering, from underneath the bed.
(Source: rorywilliams, via my-flourish-and-blotts)
"what episode are you on"