TheWrinch portrait


Jasper D. Wrinch

They only cried when I left them.

(Source: sinisteria)

"Here’s a sip to wash the wicked words back down your throat."

Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.

Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies