Much Madness Is Divinest Sense.

My name is Taylor. I post what I like.

what is that in the mirror, or the corner of your eye?

what is that footstep following, but never passing by?

perhaps they are all just waiting. perhaps when we are all dead,

out they will come a-slithering, from underneath the bed.

(Source: rorywilliams, via oberlyn)

  • me about to talk in public: *rehearses what im going to say 50 times in my brain*
  • me: today how you are