“speak to me of sunset rain. you carry my limp body across the misty mud. sweet kiss; soft kiss. i become lost in the undulation of ceiling fans. hard kiss; hot kiss. flat screen televisions don't flicker. the snappy February air brings my bony knees to my chest; creamy raven leather cradles me. it was once alive. am i alive? ”—Élan Vital
The Nocturnal HousePretty Girls Make Graves
(There’s static, there’s static, there’s static in our skin)
I’d love to be in a Pretty Girls Make Graves cover band.
Pictures Of A Night ScenePretty Girls Make Graves
Pictures of a Night Scene - Pretty Girls Make Graves
I’m sorry I missed you
I mean, I’m sorry I miss you
I didn’t know you had it in you
Do you remember your way?