me watching the haunting of hill house with a glare on my laptop screen trying to figure out if that blurry thing in the background is a piece of furniture or a ghost i’m supposed to be scared of
“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”
A red heart that skips beats. A grey mind that never slept and never fell for love..or simply won’t admit the slip. Scars cover it’s soft skin but don’t callous the flesh, that flesh that has touched but never held. That spirit of an immortal wouldn’t die.. even in the crash. That alien with brown eyes that never wept, made an alien of me.
