Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.
— Friedrich Nietzsche
touch me
nostalgia
lost soul
The Smiths // Asleep
There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.
written by Beau Taplin || and you. 
arrests:

Anthony Cudahy 
I think a lot about killing myself, not quite like a point on a map but more like a glowing exit sign at a show that’s never been quite bad enough to make me want to leave. See, when I’m up, I don’t kill myself because holy shit! There’s so much left to do! And when I’m down I don’t kill myself because then the sadness would be over, and the sadness is my old paint under the new. I would still be me without it, but I’d be so boring.
written by Neil Hilborn, The Future
arrestus:


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