the melancholy of life's autumn

*walks around my house in a tank top and underwear like im the only playable woman in a david cage game*

dead wife montage but it's a henchman reminiscing about da boss after he got put six feet under. picking flowers before hiding the bodies, wiping cocaine from your nose after a big night, that long drive down the beach to find the bookie who squealed. where did the days go

If you were directing a play, how would it begin?

bagpipes at the back of the auditorium so everyone turns their heads and when they’ve turned back around the play has already begun

it’s so magical and beautiful that there are sprawling interconnected cave systems carved deep into the earth by various geological forces and you don’t have to go in them. there are miles and miles of stone passageways in total darkness that require you to exhale all the air out of your lungs to squeeze through parts of them and you don’t have to be there. some of these squeezes are underwater and require cave divers to take off their oxygen tanks and push them through ahead of them and me i am above ground looking at the sky as we speak. there are untold subterranean wonders no human has ever seen and i will not be the one to discover them #grateful #blessed

always so funny to me how Kai is considered a stylish unisex/gender-neutral name in English. like that's a northern German man in his mid 60s to me.