“It was one of those sweltering summer days in which the air itself seems to decline as a haze suffocates the outside world. It is painfully bright whether you are looking up at that ball of burning hydrogen or down… — 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 the old abandoned mansion walls dusty, soulless and dead bringing a certain curious life to rubble… — Moonshine Noire Copy Share Image
“...few truly understood how disheartening it was to be cut off from worlds so strange and distant they remained to us fantasies rather than… — Moonshine Noire Copy Share Image
“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
