o’shane.

o’shane.

Through the Looking Glass: The things we love the most, Shall sour and turn to ghost, The things we inmost crave, Shall make a beautiful grave.

Through the Looking Glass: The things we love the most, Shall sour and turn to ghost, The things we inmost crave, Shall make a beautiful grave.

ill follow him through hell.

ill follow him through hell.

everything beautiful dies.

everything beautiful dies.