penance

returning stolen breath to the innocent

simply wonderful.

ut ur fucking vägen

min enda kärlek här i världen, speciellt från biltema

får jag lite ost?

liquid gold born of rot and sugarcane

you'll take the high road and i'll take the low road

you will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish; the more ardent the more selfish. how jealous i am you cannot know. you must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me and still come with me, and hating me through death and after. there is no such thing as indifference in my apathetic nature.

the ultimate hyperreal spectacle. a shining, sparkling sign that has devoured the girl beneath it.

a creature born because the wilderness needed a myth to survive the silence

the sound of a soul forced to simulate its own survival

a hidden crown of iron that bites the flesh

jag kan inte ens gå utan din luft i mina lungor

home is the soft hollow of her collarbone

i'm forever unlocking doors to realities that will never be mine

the simulacrum is all we have left. hero.

to study the code is to wander a beautiful labyrinth worshipping a void severed from the real.

a cruel slip of fate

a quiet, silver grief at every split. one path kissed by moonlight, the other left to wither. down through the marrow of thought, shedding the breathing many until the vast universe distills into one small, breathless soul.