Preludes & Nocturnes

Film Freak.
Writer Geek.
Cultural Antique.

cutting class tomorrow to work a freelance gig.

Once, my husband told me of this man. He avenges our wrongs. And the bounty killers sure do tremble when he appears. They call him “Silence.” Because wherever he goes, the silence of death follows

(Source: terencehilled)


—The Gnashing


all of your fears are well founded and true
all my hands are callous and cruel
all of my arrows that riddle you through
are bullets that fire me back into you

all of the rivers are boiling with thirst
all my hands are covered with earth
all of my children that gnash with their teeth
are paperback novels and dogs scratching fleas