I’ll taste the devil’s tears, drink from his soul, but I’ll never give up-you
—Angus and Julia Stone- The Devil’s Tears (via curiositykilledthecat-mt)
(Source: curiositykilledthecatempty)
(via h-e-r-o-i-n)
I understand that some people find God after misfortune, although this seems to me even more ridiculous than finding Him in good times. “God smote me. He must love me.” It’s like not wanting a romantic relationship until a member of the opposite sex punches you in the face. My “miraculous survival” will not change my opinion that Heaven is an idea constructed by man to help him cope with the fact that life on earth is both brutally short and, paradoxically, far too long.
—The Gargoyle by Andrew Davidson (via king-queen-knave)
What is it like to wear another person’s skin?”
“I don’t have a good answer for that,” I said. “It hurts.”
“Can you remember their stories? Can you feel the love that they felt?
“I don’t have a good answer for that,” I said. “It hurts.”
“Can you remember their stories? Can you feel the love that they felt?
—Andrew Davidson - The Gargoyle (via crazylifeofa)
The mantle of my skin over the hollowed-out Hell of my soul could not continue to support its own weight; my integrity had been compromised in every way.
—The Gargoyle, Andrew Davidson (via theloupgaroux)
(Source: poetry-in-despair)
(Source: ohh-fuck-theres-clowns, via inabathroominparis)
I’ve crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I’ve come to a place I never thought I’d have to come to. And I don’t know how I got here. It’s a strange place. It’s a place where a little harmless dreaming and then some sleepy, early-morning talk has led me into considerations of death and annihilation.
—Raymond Carver (via larmoyante)
(Source: larmoyante)
(via h-e-r-o-i-n)
