Somnambulist

I am 28 years of rough seas, a belly full of riggling tentacles and infant skulls, vitriol veined and vacant eyed, all spine and ribcage spitting pleura and nostrum back in your face.

I love propaganda and government-sponsored racism.

Time that withers you will wither me. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us and we are gone.

—Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body (via grecianurn)

(via tattoolit)

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