Rainedaxxis

Tell me what happens when we die.
All about the beauty when I’m gone.
When we have no choice but to move on.

And, I’d love to rest in peace
-so please-
Tell me what happens when we die. 

i’m at this point in my life where i’ve fucked up so bad this semester i can re think everything i’m doing and continue on a path to be a shitty paralegal or a shitty interpreter OR god forbid a shitty courtroom interpreter 

somethings gotta give

did i use that right???

like a food critic who tells you how it tastes when it comes up rather than when it’s going down

before i relinquish you to the other side

and despite the fact you’ve already died

please deliver this message when i arrive:

i’m here