This night is the coroner's.

[fateofallkinds]

This is what an unloveable face looks like. I now fear death less than I ever have before. If I can actually go to sleep, whether or not I ever wake up again feels entirely meaningless.

[fateofallkinds]

It's been a minute.

I think I might start using this some again. I’m just going to operate under the assumption that it’s been a long time and that this is going to be like sending thoughts into a vacuum that no one is really paying much attention to. That way, I can try to not feel too self-conscious about what I say here. Because I’ve become so much more reluctant to share less-than-positive things that I think about with pretty much anyone, so maybe this will work. I don’t know. I don’t know anything, really. I just think about morbid shit a lot.

[fateofallkinds]

Did you ever notice how in the Bible, whenever God needed to punish someone, or make an example, or whenever God needed a killing, he sent an angel? Did you ever wonder what a creature like that must be like? A whole existence spent praising your God, but always with one wing dipped in blood. Would you ever really want to see an angel?

[fateofallkinds]

"I wear black on the outside because black is how I feel on the inside."

[larmoyante]

I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.

Jeanette Winterson, Why I adore the night (via coastalresidence)

[fateofallkinds]

Christmas morning in a Bauhaus t-shirt and Star Wars pajama pants, nbd

[tastefullyoffensive]

[oliviatheelf-deactivated2013120]

This actually kind of scared me when I first saw it and it sank in.

[zoomerbro]

[chickenshit]

[je--n]

[eggzaki]

[societysbellcurve]

[fateofallkinds]

THIS. THIS FOREVER. THIS IS MY LIFE IN TEXT AND BUBBLES AND LINES

[slowspinningredemption]

do you ever just “what the fuck is the point” so hard that you stop everything you’re doing and stare and pretty much wonder why you don’t vanish from existence because the level of done you are should pretty much deconstruct your biological makeup

[fateofallkinds]

It's not a silly little moment, It's not the storm before the calm. This is the deep and dying breath of This love that we've been working on. Can't seem to hold you like I want to So I can feel you in my arms. Nobody's gonna come and save you, We pulled too many false alarms. We're going down, And you can see it too. We're going down, And you know that we're doomed. My dear, We're slow dancing in a burning room.

John Mayer

[fateofallkinds]

spring: black clothes

summer: black clothes

autumn: black clothes

winter: black clothes

[basedlolicon]