In my motherland people kneel before wells.

In my motherland people pray to the crosses of flying birds.

A bone is a key to my people.

Among my people, only the dead have human faces.

- Valzhyna Mort
  • fake conversations in your head of you venting to someone

  • how I stay sane

  • 886071 n text on Noviembre 03, 2017
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    &. celandine theme by seyche