July 2011
June 2011
“I am tired. I am weary. I could sleep for a thousand years. A thousand dreams that would awake me. Different colours made of tears.”
—The Velvet Underground, Venus in Furs (via katelizabeth)
There are cracks in the earth but we can not see them. Far, far below the bones of giants and your grandmother’s broken china. There are cracks on the beating heart of this world. Although the horizon seems eternal, it takes but a miss-step, a moment and everything is shifting, wrenching, great rifts between one glance and the next.
Don’t step on the cracks or you’ll break your mother’s back.
