arbitrarily:

In the kitchen’s carnivorous light,
you and I are too much alike;
the skull’s opalescent curve,
milkweed smelling skeleton,

bones tattered as lace.
Like lightning. Electric.
When I move you carve yourself out of me

humming the mean reds
and the Sunday blues.
Sing say the birds.
Sing say the bones.

Spectacle: Possession — Simone Muench

wicked-fate:

It’s cut cut cutting me down
Like slow poison

sex-ads:

I’ll see you again in 25 years. Meanwhile…

i just lost my mind,
but i still got you

parlais:

OH MY GOD WHY AM I ONLY JUST FINDING THIS NOW

(Source: manques)

(Source: broadway)