ā Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Nelson Algren c. November 1949
āall are equal in the graveā - Richard Kadrey
Literally me:
āI cling to everythingā CDs that skip, rings that turn my fingers green, the dead ends of my hair, old love notes that turn my stomach over and over.
And I'm not proud but there are still boxes under my bed. And I'm not proud but my closet is still running out of space. And nostalgia is a fucking waste of time but my heart is full with it.
Tell me I won't hold this forever. Tell me there will be a day where I let gloriously go."
ā Fortesa Latifi; Hold This (via madgirlf)
dreaming of a gothic Christmas