“When this kind of fire starts, it is very hard to put out.
The tender boughs of innocence burn first. And the wind rises.
And then, all goodness is in jeopardy.”
i sometimes get really stuck in my head and overthink the things i love. this page was made to house these thoughts.
musings on …
| my own private idaho (1991) | digital goth moodboard | the virgin suicides (1999) |and more to come.
last updated: 12/12/2021