another apple to slice

ask me anything;  
look at the light through the windowpane.
that means it’s noon, that means we’re inconsolable.
tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
these, our bodies, possessed by light.
tell me we’ll never get used to it.

tessaviolet:

Baby pandas trying to escape from their playpen at a panda breeding center

Silly pandas, freedom is for humans.

reblog again for PRISON BREAK

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