Ecstasy of Gold

Harmony of Sound and Visual.

we don't like to fight with nature.
and we love to prowl these streets.
don't forget that i'm nothing of your nature,
and you'll be questioning our beliefs.

i tend to what i enjoi.

my name is nothing of your concern.
just ask.

The feeling of change.

Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.

—Cormac Mccarthy, Suttree (via truerthani)

(via thetinhouse)