w h y d i d h a n n i b a l n o t j u s t k i l l y o u ?
because he wants to be my f r i e n d
Vincent van Gogh (March 30, 1853 – July 29, 1890)
I haven’t got it yet, but I’m hunting it and fighting for it, I want something serious, something fresh—something with soul in it! Onward, onward.
Studies in Human Intimacy'Imagine a room,
a sudden glow. Here is my hand, my heart,
my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated
cities at the center of me, and here is the center
of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we
can drink from, but I can’t go through with it.I just don’t want to die anymore.’— Richard Siken, from Saying Your Names