The parts we hide from ourselves / The parts that we hide from each other

Hungry, hungry. Let this end.

"
I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.
Michael Faudet    (via michaelfaudet)
"

steampunkstump:

20/365 Days of Music » We Looked Like Giants // Death Cab for Cutie

god damn the black night with all it’s foul temptation
i become what i always hated
when i was with you then

awritersruminations:

It is always October when I allow
a furrow of lightning in. What a fool—
to want everything the skin can know.

—Meghan Maguire Dahn, from “Dendrite