Meckles

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Father/son bonding

Father/son bonding

inlove-and-bert:

"There’s blood on my hands like the blood in youSomethings can’t be treatedSo don’t make me, don’t make me be myself around you” 

"I can taste it, this blood in my mouth This knife in my lungs Have I murdered our love?Have I murdered our love?”

inlove-and-bert:

"There’s blood on my hands like the blood in you
Somethings can’t be treated
So don’t make me, don’t make me be myself around you” 

"I can taste it, this blood in my mouth 
This knife in my lungs 
Have I murdered our love?
Have I murdered our love?”

(via brandensteineckert)