(Source: mutantdocuments, via perfect-cell)
Our instincts, they were cringing
About how we lived our lives
It didn’t seem we’d lived enough
To even get to die
All these dense distractions
So beautifully complex
Well, I love life’s surprises so much
I don’t want to know what’s ahead
(Source: anniezebras, via hellyeahmodestmouse)