disappearing act
(by Lulu Lowering)
When the mist rolls in this place is practically primordial
Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.
Euripides, Herakles (via alunaes)
I clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary. I’d rather quit. I’d rather be sad. It’s too much work.
Richard Siken, from “Self-Portrait Against Red Wallpaper,” War of the Foxes (via joolabee)
Sienna King @ Core Management
tremors // SOHN