Soft skin
You touch me once again and somehow it stings
‘Cos I know it is the end
I hate that you’re leaving
So why don’t you talk to me?
You act like nothing ever happened
But it meant the world to me Grimes -Skin (via mydreamsaresotight)

1 week ago // 79 notes

Heli Rekula, 'Gator' 2012

Reading for three female corpses, Araya Rasdjarmrearnsook, 1998.


i lv y s mch tht t hrts my hd
and i knew it was bad
when i woke up in the mornings
and the only thing i looked
forward to was going
back to bed poems from my uncle’s grave (via refusings)

(Source: irynka, via madisonjohn)

3 weeks ago // 203,401 notes

rage against the machine