(Source: pulmonaire, via elecdork)
“To touch myself now, there is nothing.”— Carolyn Forché, from Blue Hour: Poems; “Letter from Prague 1968-78,”
(Source: pulmonaire, via elecdork)
“To touch myself now, there is nothing.”— Carolyn Forché, from Blue Hour: Poems; “Letter from Prague 1968-78,”
“there is decay and wormwood and then there is me alone”— Venetta Octavia, from “deicide,” sky-doctrine
(via lavenderfables)
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(Source: mortals0ul, via praying)
(Source: kitchendisease, via praying)
(Source: iloveyou, via t-i-t-a-n-i-o)
