what was i thinking?
that the roads i trod
would only lead to one another
that the roof above my head
i would call home forever
that i would be what i’d been
unabatingly and uninterrupted-
eppur si muove.
(via neckkiss)
(via neckkiss)
(via neckkiss)
(via caelestiaal)
(via danger)
Mount Aragats at summer, 1922, Martiros Sarian
Medium: oil,canvas
(via hatin)
what was i thinking?
that the roads i trod
would only lead to one another
that the roof above my head
i would call home forever
that i would be what i’d been
unabatingly and uninterrupted-
eppur si muove.