→ Mar 2012
day 53
Sorry if this is something you didn’t want to see, I’m just doing what I said I wanted to.
Actually, I’m not sorry.
→ Mar 2012
i dream of falling into chambers of deranged, emaciated humans
grabbing me
wailing
loose leathery skin, brittle grey ponytails.
i dream of being hunted in my own home by a machine
killing the machine, only to find that it is a not a robot whose head i am smashing into a doorknob, but a small blonde child whose skull has come in half
i’m pulverizing its brain
i’m cleaning up the mess.
→ Mar 2012 "There are two sorts of romantics: those who love, and those who love the adventure of loving."
— Lesley Blanch (via corona-borealis)
→ Jan 2012
(Source: lastsundaynight, via crazycrazyinsane)
