Tell Me What's Really Going On
Marium. Allah. Pakistani. Asheville. Family. Friends. Praying. Traveling. Music. Fashion. Cats. Good Eats. Thunderstorms. New York. Staying Up Late. Smiling. Memories. Dancing.
"All this time
I drank you like the cure when maybe
you were the poison.
Something is wrong,
I think you want to hurt me and everything smells
like wasted blood."
Clementine von Radics (via