February 2012
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“God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel...”
– Sylvia Plath (via nis-
)
Hmm…A man comes home late from work, his wife. It’s dark when he enters the house, he goes up the stairs, changes out of his work clothes, brushes his teeth, and goes to bed. A few hours later he hears this low hum. He smells something burning. He opens his eyes but somehow it’s darker then it was before, with a dim, pulsating red late coming from the doorway. He gets out of bed....
please cosmos send me someone moderately attractive that I can geek out with and share intimacy with. It’s either that or get drunker. Fucking hallmark
