Handsome and faceless and weightless your imagination runs
and now it’s no one’s fault but yours:
at the foot of the house of cards you thought you’d never get obsessed,
you thought the wolves would be impressed and you’re a sinking stone
but you know what it’s like to hold the jeweller’s hands.
I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I’d sailed the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
I put on a sailors suit and cap
please don’t reblog my personal text posts it makes me feel uncomfortable i’m sorry but don’t do that
I love shopping!
why are people reblogging the short vine version when this exists