457 notes"Because the body has a violent need to let go of itself, I dream you’re drinking again. If god spoke in arithmetic, we’d all be fucked. The part of me that always thinks the world is about to end is equal parts milk & need. Listen: the first ear was carved out of a sleeping angel’s breastbone. Nothing will ever be clear."
— Ruth Baumann, There Is a Cobra in My Chest (via beautyisanillusion)