sadiemae

....stars pour from my throat. or ants.
thank you trent reznor for writing some of the best, hard-hitting, jugular wrenching, emotional music of my lifetime. i can't stop picturing sharon tate dead and bloodied.
CENSORED.
what guts (no pun intended) for reznor to record downward spiral in the same room...and then take the door of the house before they tore it down. oh! morbid fascinations.

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i'm hopefully getting my lip pierced this week. i think i want a tattoo of peter, wendy, john, michael and tink flying across the top of my back. a vestige of sparkling, child-like dreams. and the need to fly. you can fly you can fly you can fly!!!!!!!!