what are we waiting for?
love or the apocalypse.

o, ye men of little faith. see what i can live. see what i can survive. the body is a wall which, when reduced to rubble, is nonetheless a sacred divider. until the wall is gone entirely, the spirit remains in the body.

sitting here, waiting, people magazine on the cover whose house am i in? how strange how we come to know people or thing that we ( Read more... )