"deeply i go down into myself. my god is dark and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence." -rainer maria rilke


hell and high water.

you don't know it, but tonight would have been the night i kissed you for the first time.

but you didn't walk me to my car.

thanks again for the pretty thing.


"in the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. don't run away from this dying. whoever's not killed for love is dead meat." - rumi