desolate wasteland

     she let him bleed out beside her not because she was cruel, but because she loved him. and yet, where was the difference in that?

        “like what—?”

        "..like that. what did i do this time?"

        —men.

        "...stop looking at me like that."

touch, daughter | innocence, halestorm | obsessions, marina & the diamonds | antichrist, the 1975 | tears don’t fall (acoustic), bullet for my valentine | under the gun, the killers | maps, yeah yeah yeahs | into the past, nero | smother, daughter | if i had a heart, fever ray | happy together (cover), filter | no light, no light, florence + the machine | vermillion, slipknot | many of horror, biffy clyro | castle down, emilie autumn | fineshrine, purity ring | running up that hill (cover), placebo | howl, florence + the machine | love is blindness (cover), jack white | together, the xx | heart-shaped box, nirvana | every you every me, placebo | mr. brightside (cover), run river north | snuff, slipknot | was it a dream?, 30 seconds to mars.

"Cute necklace you got there.." 

Franz Kafka (via durianquotes)

The city is burning around them, and they dance a dance made of gunsmoke, trembling cathedrals and the splatter of blood against a police shield. On their bodies is writ the story of a kingdom come tumbling down; in their bones are the towers, in their fingers the laws coming unbound, in their eyes shine the electricity thundering through the streets, and in their hearts nothing but freedom. Princes and society girls are screaming, queens are bowing on their balconies to the ravening crowds, and presidents are losing the iron grasp of their armies. The internet is ablaze, the books are burning, the priests are gasping, and the soldiers are warring with the police on the steps to parliament. The city lives tonight; in the fires, in their blood, in the roaring of the maddened crowd as they come alight to the cracked, holy voice of the revolutionary, who sucks the air out of every room, who is unbearably beloved, who is a violent black hole of hope; who is everything and nothing but this.