Out of dust, gold. Out of fire, air. Comfort forsaken. Out of rage, calm. Out of loss, find glory awaken.
abandoned hotel, omg looks fucking amazing
I’m moving in
- and frankly, i’m a bit offended.
- AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU GRANDCHILDREN?
- WELL FUCK YOU
- MAYBE I WON’T EVEN HAVE KIDS AND YOU WON’T EXIST
- HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THAT
what if we have tho
what if we just didn’t know they were our grandkids
what if your best friend has to constantly remind themselves not to call you grandma/grandpa