fim.

père-lachaise

até em paris te procurei na cara dos desconhecidos.

if i killed myself right now

wouldn't it be perfect?

all traces of your scent

would just disappear forever

and my screams would rage

free.

fuck.

five eggheads & subliminal messages

i could find a better use for this

i was blowing kisses to a dead candle

whilst breathing, sunken, the remnants

of a visceral decadence.

i miss you, you know?

dying every moment inside of you

and so it is I am beholding

and so it is I am nothing

dearest,

remember the profile of our death.

we shattered.

2 concertos,

prokofiev & stravinsky

provavelmente vou mudar de blog.

Isolation

"i'm ashamed of the person i am."

Control

"and i picked on the whims of a thousand or more
still pursuing the path that's been buried for years
all the dead wood from jungles and cities on fire
can't replace or relate, can't release or repair
take my hand and i'll show you what was and will be"

the sight of thousands of white roses burning
will forever scar our eyes & we will love it.

Gulbenkian IV

Gulbenkian III

SRA

and so satan descended upon our surface.

Gulbenkian II

Gulbenkian I

"there is no passion so serious as lust"

Sterne

the divine apathy

30

"bizarro"