Raw To My Leather Flesh

the sirens wouldnt even have to sing beautiful or anything. id still come over to the shallows and rocks to see whats up see whats happening. whats all going on

blood test came back haunted

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

i refuse to be held accountable for any of the actions i undertake while my four humours are imbalanced. 

in the club asking the dj to play laura palmers theme

Чардак ни на небу ни на земљи

kill them with kindness? wrong, eldritch blast

(i wake up and laura palmer’s theme starts playing)

we transposed your girlfriend into a minor key. yeah she’s much more interesting and sinister now