“You speak to me like the rifles that annihilated his face
You speak to me in a voice so dry and calm and impassive, yeah
But really what do you know
You know nothing of the impuissance of empathy,
The straight wretchedness of abandonment
The dehumanizing press of love”
of Montreal - Gelid Ascent
(via bevinkarnes)
28th
May
May
28th
May
May
