Caution: Dive. Headfirst.
I was 8 years old when my lola died. I remember the terrible pain in my palms. Yesterday, i felt it again. Like thousand needles slowly sinking, piercing their way into my skin. You see. The gap, between you and me, has widened into a deadly river. Furiously stretching what’s little of the thread left, which binds us together. Now i see you clearly; on the other side of this cliff. Worth a...
Anonymous asked: hello alva! :)