She tried so hard to look away
Stop and wait a sec
Oh when you look at me like that my darling, what did you expect?
I’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck
Or I did last time I checked
Still the most perfect song ever. Period.
Beach Boys - Surfer Moon
▲ obey the prophecy ▲
the door to wonderland
It hurts to see things being flicked away like the ash of a cigarette.
To live in a paradox in which we cannot let go.
Loving the things that cannot love you forever.
Withering, while it slithers, parallel to your spine.
Holding on to the pilot light, cramped in your thumb.
I tend to see light standing in a land of shade.
Salvador Dali - Atavism at Twilight (partial)