The kind that kills and scars,
Will make you kneel and crawl
To Hell and back.
The words that slit your throat
Will make you think of Love
As the new Black,
As what you lack.
" How could I know you fit my body like a glove? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me.
I have time. Please, devour me.Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour (via coffeekaling)
(Source: frenchtwist, via saint-of-the-pit)
I walked a full mile down and back along the creek today, past the bones of something and just around the bend from where the three waters come together.
Prints from the Infinity Project by @ericgorvin // Infinity Book available at Occulter.org
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