_{Okay, tell me this: your sponsor. Who was it? The one who told you about me – my ‘fan’. I want a name.}

“All right let him go.”

I imagine people have already warned you to stay away from him but I can see from your left hand that’s not going to happen

does then the cosmic space we dissolve in taste of us?
do the angels reclaim only what is theirs,
their own outstreamed existence,
or sometimes, by accident,
does a bit of us get mixed in?

duino elegies - rainer maria rilke

“No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness.” - Aristotle

legolas-is-my-god:

Have some condescending sass from my favorite sociopaths

wolfstarks:

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. 
And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.