Let’s talk about sex, your conspiracy theories and the beauty of death. Let’s bathe there, in a vast forest, and have no clue what we’re trying to say. Let’s talk until our tongues flap in the wind pouring meaningless words into the air. I like the way your lips move. I like the way your voice sounds. Let’s talk about nothing. Let’s fall in love.
-- I never get to the point (mb) |(Morsus Engel)| (via actuates)















