When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.
They’ll be the only two to survive because they’re the only ones who know their own shadows. (x)
she can’t see the landscape anymore / it’s all painted in her grief / all of her history etched out at her feet / now all of the landscape, it’s just an empty place / acres of longing, mountains of tenderness / she wants the silence but fears the solitude / she wants to be alone and together with you
…If you help me and my friends escape.
…If you help me and my friends escape.
I grew up with soldiers, I learned how to die a long time ago.
