oh
and
corpses
become
roses
.
combating God and fate is useless. they are inevitably the same and He is in control of all things; beyond any of our own comprehension.
practically engaged to David, i sit on the edge of a different realm full of disaster and judgement and love. i am drinking mint tea and feeling pretty sentimental about being an "auntie", though i know she's scared out of her mind. i knew what it would say before she even took the test






corpses/roses