And what if I’m a weeping willow,
Laughing tears upon my pillow?
What if I’m a socialite who wants to be alone?
What if I’m a toothless leopard?
What if I’m a sheepless shepherd?
What if I’m an angel without wings to take me home?
"They say I am mad because I attempted to take my own life, but, if I exercise my birthright and perhaps even fulfill my destiny, how can I be faulted? I am not behaving aberrantly— self- destruction is completely natural.
No one dies of old age"
— The Asylum For Wayward Victorian Girls by EA (via push-restart)
(via push-restart)
