Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
- Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours
Oh well, what the hell, you obviously want to be alone, so I’ll leave you alone. Go ahead and think away to your heart’s content! But don’t get me wrong. I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.
Anonymous asked: everytime I listen to perfume genius I think of you. i can't get you out of my head, even after all this time.