“...few truly understood how disheartening it was to be cut off from worlds so strange and distant they remained to us fantasies rather than distant realities, too surreal and foreign to be touched. Their minds were fixated on what they knew to be real, unable to create the atmospheres of the nebulous realms that lay just beyond our reach, just… — Moonshine Noire Copy Share
“It was one of those sweltering summer days in which the air itself seems to decline as a haze suffocates the outside world. It… — Moonshine Noire Copy Share Image
“The empires collapsed to rubble. Skyscrapers dragged down to the ground. It was chaos. I could smell the end. It smells of tequila, cannabis,… — Moonshine Noire Copy Share Image
“Sometimes it can be as brutally overwhelming as a tidal wave flooding every orifice, the suffocation, the pressure, the immensity of this damnable depression… — Moonshine Noire Copy Share Image
“This revolution will be noted. It will be successful and above all, it will be in words.” — Moonshine Noire Copy Share Image
“you're the fly on the wall hearing all, seeing all ears of a wall hearing all the secrets perhaps you're the vines creeping over… — Moonshine Noire Copy Share Image
“All suffer and none should have to. But why not? If suffering makes life seem more real or more abstract, both circumstances are infinitely… — Moonshine Noire Copy Share Image
“His room was a sickly dual-tone of crimson and charcoal, like an Untitled Rothko, the colours bleeding into each other horribly and then rather… — Moonshine Noire Copy Share Image
“The worst stories usually make you think: 'but nobody had to die'. These are called true stories.” — Moonshine Noire Copy Share Image
