“It’s strange. I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you.”
— The Flies (Jean Paul Sartre)

(via missinyouiskillingme)

Tonight, she brushes her teeth
with the razor
washes her mouth with perfume
applies the red with her left
hand, powders her nose with

Tonight, she isn’t just pretty.

MJL, tonight, death makes her beautiful (via mimickingmaelstroms)