(via sociopathsherlock)
The brain says No to the Universe, Prove it,
but the heart is susceptible, pining for a look,
a kind word. Some are brought to their knees,
pleading in dead language at a deaf ear. Spaceships
float in nothing in the dark, searching for moons
to worship with their fish eyes. It must be love.
but the heart is susceptible, pining for a look,
a kind word. Some are brought to their knees,
pleading in dead language at a deaf ear. Spaceships
float in nothing in the dark, searching for moons
to worship with their fish eyes. It must be love.
Carol Ann Duffy, “Searching for Moons” [excerpt]
The devil and I last night were alone in my house;
he laughed at my jokes, struck a match, burned the place to the ground.
he laughed at my jokes, struck a match, burned the place to the ground.
Lone Wolf
Words weren’t dull, words were things that could make your mind hum.
Charles Bukowski, “Ham on Rye”
(Source: bushwick-blues, via ifiwereagreatlake)
Crazy isn’t being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It’s you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever.
Susanna Kaysen (from Girl, Interrupted)
(Source: anathemawasteland)
