Her big sad eyes, a Wonderland, her brows beautiful punctuation marks, tildes emphasizing her gaze. Her smooth forehead, her soft words, her sadness… Her slender hands.
Sadness is contagious. Let’s infect each other and die of unhappiness.
Why are my favourite people so far away?
I wish we could laugh and dance together, forgetting death, forgetting that life is nothing but a cruel dream
You’re solid gold
Queens of the Stone Age
I’ll see you in Hell