“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

élan vital

“the creative force within an organism that is responsible for growth, change, and necessary or desirable adaptations.”

(Bergsonian philosophy)

Magnetic

Magnetic

(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 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?

Pretty Girls Makes Graves - Bullet Charm

I’m blinded by sunrise

there’s light in your dark eyes