I often dream that I twirl in the air like a moth, or that I’m having tea with my grandparents. To be honest, my dreams usually look like nightmares. I always end up there to slaughter someone, before being consumed by a terrible sense of guilt and then waking up in a cold sweat, relieved. Until recently, my nights were haunted by ignominious zombies coming out of the ground amid apocalypse. I was always armed with a spade and I did everything to avoid venturing into basements.
— Alice Glass (via hrsvt
(via convexed-convert & hrsvt)