"Cleft," onyx, Brazil - Image from The Writing of Stones by Roger Caillois, 1970
Let me live here.
Hozier | Take Me To Church
My lover’s got humour, she’s the giggle at a funeral, knows everybody’s disapproval, I shoulda worshipped her sooner.
If the heavens ever did speak, she’s the last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday’s getting more bleak, fresh poison each week. ‘We were born sick,’ you heard them say it
My Church offers no absolutes. She tells me, ‘Worship in the bedroom.’ The only heaven I’ll be sent to Is when I’m alone with you—
I was born sick, but I love it. Command me to be well. Amen. Amen. Amen
Take me to church, I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life
If I put pumpkins outside, watch halloween movies, and light enough pumpkin spice candles can i evoke the autumn season into my life faster?
I just want to drink tea on my couch curled up in a blanket and watch ghost whisperer until the sun goes away and autumn is here. kbye.
Sometimes I talk in run on sentences and you think I’m done talking but I’m totally not so shut up and listen to my cool stories k.
Me, to Kyle, every hour.