The Method in my Madness

I'd like to trade this picture for a thousand words.

  • mom: don't eat the cookies yet, they just came out of the oven and are too hot
  • me: fire cannot kill a dragon

The devil needs a therapist.

Wears the screaming like a scarf

Suffering in his breast pocket.

Cupid has an inferiority complex.

Juliet is more of a horror kind of girl.

And Orion never even wore a belt.

He’s a classy bitch.

Atlas lay down and the sky didn’t fall
Herculean in muscle and sorrow.

The Loch Ness monster ate her children
Never dared show them tomorrow.

And oh
My darling

The world is round and I do not love you.

Oh the world is round
Do not
Love you.

It is so easy to make someone speak once they’re dead.

—Sam Cook - “God in Code”

Venus burns for her warrior daughters

You’re going to find yourself
As many gods as you can lay your hands on
And sell both sets of your granddaughters teeth
To priests with miracles under their fingernails
And even that will not be enough
to save you

from me.

He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

(via feellng)

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Cradling the bones of your chest
You ask
If I will love you.

And I, brittle, senesce.

Liver bloated on last night’s meal
I find sunlight a pick axe,
And the soft tissue behind my eyes
Traitorously veined with metallic blood.
I knock back pills
To cut a few cords
between brain and skull
And disconnect myself

Just a little

Too much.

To the demon in my dreams

There is no mortal that may dare
Carve you from the mountains
Or sky
There will never be enough hell on earth to build you
And trust me when I say

There’s an awful lot of hell down here.