i poured a cup of coffee, everything normal. left like 5 feet away to get a spoon to add sugar and there was a dead moth floating in the middle of the cup. it was already dead, so no way it couldve flown into the cup for some reason, i would have noticed it if it was there before, for sure, and i didnt add sugar or anything to the cup yet, just coffee. huh.

Marble angel | hermitage_museum

Wow! So magical. Where I wanna be

Hypnos and Thanatos, gods of sleep and death, respectively, compromise over the fate of a boy 

im restless on earf

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dictionary poem xlii by keaton st. james