The Greeks thought that the furies drove people mad by increasing the volume of their inner monologue, amplifying traits inherent in someone to such excess that people became so much themselves that they absolutely couldn't stand it.
i have built alters to noticing your effects. flimsy words, but stable credence.
i believe in nothing.
dangerous, the artless gravedigger- i reap from these tombs the abandon to burn candles and awake a sleepless martyr. perpetual appeals to sensation without cost faith in the unrelenting need, despite ability to influence fantastic ghosts.
siempre me me quedaba tambaleandose cuando te veia todavia es la misma!
oyoyoyoy i want it to be the holidays, right now. i have begun to celebrate by indulging in daily pumpkin lattes... but i have the feeling that i'll need something cheerier in a few weeks.