I wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it, like another country; I wanted my life to close, and open like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song where it falls down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery; I wanted to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know, whoever I was, I was alive for a little while.
Mary Oliver, "Dogfish" in New and Selected Poems
I hope everyone grows tired of being cruel to each other soon
i love how tamino is like “your music and the sound of your voice gives me life please never stop, my love couldn’t compare to the beauty of your voice” and hozier’s like “yeeeah it’s definitely… a song… i won’t tell you to shut up but it’s not like you are a great singer as well…”
and if i had to, i would wrench your heart out with my bare hands and hold it with a grace and gentleness that lies unbeknownst to me, to prove that i can still be gentle, whether it be through my violence or not.
i don't like what i'm becoming and a part of what i'm becoming antagonises the self-hatred that i use to regress
A Dead Shark Isn’t Art, torrin a. greathouse
Bruce & Minhkhoa By HO
i cant talk to anyone about how horror and romance are inherently intertwined. you guys get it though.