She was four months pregnant, and one could not help but to stare at her face and see how she evaporates through the red smile she kept on showing. I craved for it. I remember I craved for it, for her, for her skirt.
“A man passed us with his dog, somewhere on the street a yellow cab stopped, someone fat had yawned as some mothers were playing with their twins. Everything had a sense of silence. I shall be forgotten-that is what I meant. I will die and shall be eaten by dogs.” - via themaladyofdeath.tumblr.com












