Our hordes arrived/Oh, hordes of white

It’s been nice sharing minds with you guys. This is the end of hemsk. I won’t delete, because it’s important to me, but I will not update anymore.   

1 month ago with 1 note

"As a child I felt myself to be alone, and I am still, because I know things and must hint at things which others apparently know nothing of, and for the most part do not want to know. Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible."

1 month ago with 243 notes

"April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain."

1 month ago with 574 notes