our hell is a good life

Lonely metal souls in the unimpeded darkness of space, they meet, pass each other, and part, never to meet again. No words passing between them. No promises to keep.

(Source: senshuk)

madlyblooming:

At what speed must I live, to be able to see you again?

madlyblooming:

At what speed must I live, to be able to see you again?

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