i love the way humans romanticize death by making cemeteries as beautiful as possible. we don’t actually need coffins and graves to be so gorgeous and detailed. it comes from something deep within the human soul, the vitality to make everything romantic. it’s at our core
I LOVE YOU AS A FIST LOVES THE BROKEN RIB, AS THE LUNGS LOVE THE CHASE, AS THE FINGER AND THE NAIL LOVE THE GOUGE AND TEAR. I LOVE YOU AS THE TEETH LOVE THE TENDON, AND THE TENDON THE BRUISE. I LOVE YOU AS ADRENALINE LOVES THE POUNDING IN YOUR EARS.