syrne:

condiminaj:

It fills myimagewith imageto think that there was ever aimagewhen we weren’t together, there was any image between us.

Youimageup myimage, filled the imagein my chest, lifted the feeling ofimagethat used to plague my imageand poisoned theimagein my veins.

Iimagethat I will never have to lose you, you who took myimageaway.

Icons made by this lovely person, poem by me, :3

the fact that we can all read this without even pausing is kind of amazing