Notes
“And it was Death itself who stood behind me, with his arms wrapped around me as tight as iron bands, and his lipless mouth kissing my neck as if in love. But as well as the horror, I also felt a strange longing.” —Margaret Atwood
She turned to Death and whispered, “Kiss me.” And in the cemetery, they kissed and the sky was gray, but it felt so much darker.
2 comments on I think I made you up inside my head
trudy101 May 12, 2016
God, this is gorgeous.
⃠darth_beda December 10, 2014
I really like your playlist. Given my current mood, it gives me the feeling of having been thrown into the depths of an ocean and suddenly realising that I can breathe underwater. Thanks
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