Matt.

The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

[bsodbdsm]

Get into it, yuh.

[lifeinpoetry]

“I don’t know if I’m real when I’m not being touched: the loneliest prayer / of any small god.”

— — Natalie Wee, from “In Defence of My Roommate’s Dog,” Beast at Every Threshold

[luthienne]

Franz Wright, from God's Silence; "The Choice"

[Text ID: Someone in Hell is sitting beside you on the train. / Somebody burning unnoticed walks past in the street.]