sometimes i wonder where the life i’ve always wanted went while i’ve been busy living the life i have.
if this plot gets any thicker, i’m going to choke and die.
every time i question whether to trust myself or quell my fear, i am always, ALWAYS dealt an excruciating reminder that i am the only person i can trust.
i’m never wrong, but this time i really really really really want to be.
“Ought we to conclude that the language of Masoch is equally paradoxical in this instance because the victim speaks the language of the torturer he is to himself, with all the hypocrisy of the torturer?”
- Gilles Deleuze, Coldness and Cruelty (1989)
i’ve no plans to leave the house this evening. ask/admit things.
(Source: , via sleeper1992)
heart skipped a beat, and when i caught it you were out of reach. but i’m sure, i’m sure you’ve heard it before.
“real talk with cat allen”, space, july 20
i love kris.