a thousand different versions of yourself

quakeandbake:

i saw eleven angles, they were running through the woods, and they aint had nothing on, and their laughs went on so long. so i follow follow follow follow follow follow follow them to find out how to get to heaven. (TA lovin’)

so we stole their money and we stole their shoes, but the things they wanted most were the things they couldn’t lose. 

(Source: dystopiabella, via quakeandbake)