Don’t be the one who writes slow songs for pretty girls
Insensitive smokers with cigarette eyes
Keep chasing hopelessness, tom-boys are dangerous



I know you said I should try to relax & ignore the residue the bombs
left in my torso

Laura Glenum, the perfect poet, has a line that applies to anything I experience, I swear. The hyper-grotesque is devine. 

To hell, to hell with balance! I break glasses; I want to burn, even if I break myself. I want to live only for ecstasy. I’m neurotic, perverted, destructive, fiery, dangerous – lava, inflammable, unrestrained.

Anaïs Nin  (via thenocturnals)