December 2011
44 posts
One Poet's Worth →
What a burn love seems to have. Like a misplaced cigarette that just happens to fall onto the frail skin of your wrist. And you feel completely taken a back, worried that the sting will stay longer than you would have hoped for. And it does. And it burns. It burns down to your fucking veins and it opens you up into this oasis like nightmare of everything you never knew about yourself, all of the...
Black is modest and arrogant at the same time. Black is lazy and easy - but...
– Yohji Yamamoto (via sophiathomas)
The mind is beautiful because of the paradox. It uses itself to understand...
– Adam Elenbass (via ffolkthepainaway
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