all of history appears as wreckage from the stand-point of redemption. this was, perhaps, a consoling thought at the time, but it derives from a quite different perspective from that of the historian (the backward-looking prophet) who is always a part of a specific historical present and relates through it only to specific pasts. this storm is what we call progress.
tv on the radio - love dog grizzly bear - ready, able jeff buckley - so real depeche mode - stripped elliott smith - antonio carlos jobim (heatmiser cover) placebo - in the cold light of morning depeche mode - a pain that i’m used to
I have mythesis figured out hell fucking yes. FYI I’ll probably be asking some of you to help me out and act in some of the scenes…
I prefer flowers that have the grace not to endure.: the campanula, the...– Julith Jedamus
Nameless you above me Come lay me low and love me This lonely little love dog That no one knows the name of Curse me out in free verse Wrap me up and reverse this Patience is a virtue Until it’s silence burns you
You think things are beautiful because you either want to fuck it or you think...– KL (via stillmank)
Today i stood infront of the mirror and checked my back for bruises. Can’t see them but I know they’re there.