#nut*

I feel as if I’m splitting apart at the chest, and Nut* is the only thing keeping me together. I imagined her cupping me in her hands while I just.. floated, there, bawling my eyes out, somewhere outside of space but not yet the void either. My fingers were digging into the seams holding me together with white light shining out of the crack when she stopped me. I caught a small glimpse of what was inside, a pure [void? white? White doesn’t feel like the right term] version of myself curled up inside. I think that’s who I’m supposed to turn into or something. My body itself was the night sky. I need to think on this. -12/3/17

Im kinda bummed taylor didnt include havana oh na na in her playlist, but it wouldnt be a sonically cohesive list. Thats the only explanation i will take

so many evangelion shit in my pinterest feed

god i love oviposition

That awkward phase where you're friends (?) but you're new friends and you don't quite know what all the other knows about or is into