I think I’m turning into a monster, dear.– Adam Green (via cairparavel) (via myheadisinthestars) (via luxwillow)
shitgaze: The rotting that sets in when you leave. The trees stamped onto our minds like traumas are supposed to be. The moon sitting greedily on your house. The seasons tugging at your sleeve. The roads that have to do with your body. The last names that have a flavor in your mouth, that you will eat if you’re ever starving. The grass you’ve been staring at. The fullness...
Although they are only breath, words which I command are immortal.– Sappho (via shitgaze)