much

four white walls.
four white walls.
four white walls.
four white walls.




there are faces on my fingers and their hearts are beneath my feet.

i don't hate people, i just feel better when they aren't around.

-charles bukowski

anatomy's of ticking pocket watches.

dandelions for heads.

when books won't hold their words, and rain drops stay connected instead.

under cobalt clouds; it will all break your brow.

quotes live inside your chest, you can't stop any of it now.