it's not you, it's me...

student. writer. recluse. Death Eater.
“I used to walk by on my way to school everyday. I could hear them yelling in there; Yelling themselves weak.”

“I used to walk by on my way to school everyday. I could hear them yelling in there; Yelling themselves weak.”

My Grandfather’s postcards. 

My Grandfather’s postcards. 

I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me.

—Roland Barthes, The Pleasure of the Text (thank you, A Poet Reflects)

(via thatkindofwoman)