“I woke up in the morning and I didn’t want anything, didn’t do anything, couldn’t do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush through me and it never made any sense, anything.”

— Richard Siken (via martyrcomplex) (via milktrees) (via watchmevanish) (via roseslikeruby) (via runfrominsanity) (via poisonedwings) (via iamnocturnal) (via cinematicrazorsharp)

6:02 am  •  28 June 2010  •  409 notes