This night is the coroner's.
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?
"I wear black on the outside because black is how I feel on the inside."

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

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)

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

curbstomped:

"what music do you like?"

(STAMMERING)

(SWEATING)

(TREMBLING)

TH ….UM .. . (SHUFFLES AROUND IN POCKET AND RETRIEVES A 10 MILE LONG LIST) UUH. .. .  (STUTTERING)  THT… TT..HE…..UUU H…..

oliviatheelf:

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

oliviatheelf:

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