“This is where the roses grow, and I will not show you again.”
“God, let me fall - like a shooting star. Let me burn.”
“And so my love, I kept you hidden like a broken vial, carrying drips of ambrosial water, as you were to me, shimmering in your fragrance of old marsh, of fresh ivy minted snow- languid in my arms, in my veins, in my blood, I drank you, to breathe, I felt you to live.”— Channing M, In Letters to Helaena…
(via le-immorte)
“I am a chain of ashes, smitten by death; procreated in chaos. No rhythm can hold me, I am dead through a pair of living eyes. I am insanity in a grain of sand.”
