archiveaskabout i savour this total oblivion into which i have fallen. i am between two cities, one knows nothing of me, the other knows me no longer.
one of these days i'll move to paris, and wear black.
14:44"You told me you like my mouth. You want to kiss me. My mouth is a wound and you want to kiss me. But you’re like that: You want to go leaping over cliffs– you want to go drinking poison and then write pretty poems about it– and all I want to do is fuck you." — Daphne Gottlieb, Why Things Burn