Somewhere, Far Down, There Was An Itch In His Heart, But He Made It A Point Not To Scratch It. He Was

A REQUIEM FOR THE X-MEN: Warren Worthington III

Antichrist by The 1975

he’s only seventeen and already a monster

ginger // the front bottoms

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Do you know how it is when one wakes at night suddenly and asks, listening to the pounding heart: what more do you want, insatiable?

Czeslaw Milosz, from New and Collected Poems (1931 - 2001); “Farewell” (via echymosis)

someone: you're pretentious

me, sprawled out on a bed of roses, reading oscar wilde and sipping champagne: oh?

hubris is sexy actually