I don’t have much longer. Grain by grain the sand is filling the bottom of the hourglass
TAG GAME TIME. For those of you who tag liberally, reblog the post with the first tags that come up when you type
- do
- re
- mi
- fa
- so
- la
- ti
Me in 2016: where is my son will!?
Me in 2017: wo ist mein sohn mikkel!?
staying up late with other humans is such a weird thing like you get this special bond and like a what is this feeling
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