Hunger - Florence + The Machine

Hunger - Florence + The Machine

She watches as the blood drip from the bag. When she hears the doctor’s good news, her whole body relaxes from the heart-pounding adrenaline. Her hand relaxes but it stills stays wrapped around JD’s hand. It’s support to her, but she couldn’t remember the last time she had contact. 

The simple kind, like holding hands. Minus having to undergo a life or death situation. Simple things like that made her bones and her heart ache

But it was over now and she could leave to wipe her hands off the blood. Problem was, she didn’t know how to let go. And part of her was afraid something bad would happen. That some other danger would arise.

But another part of her is desperately screaming self-assurance. That she’s safe, and the trouble is over.

“Not really...no,” She answers. “Considering we just made it through a near death experience.”

“Right now, Michael isn’t my biggest concern. It’s just...This really brought up a really bad time I went through...And Jean, a girl I cared for lot ended up dying at Camp Sleepaway,” She shakes, her breath trembling as she brings up only a shard of what happened at Camp Sleepaway. It was all in the newspapers and in whatever segments covering the events. How she survived at the hands of the killer and ended up testifying against him. Or whoever they were. 

“Almost like you did tonight.” She sighed leaning forward. She finds disappointment in herself, that this may be the only time she’ll ever tell the truth about her sordid past is when someone almost died in front of her.

"Is he like you? A hunter?” She asks, looking around for a phone.

The  SMILE  on your face lets me know that you need me There’s a  TRUTH  in your eyes, saying you’ll never leave me The  TOUCH  of your hand says you’ll catch me if ever I fall                                          You say it best when you say nothing at all

My love wants to incorporate her totally, to eat her. My love is selfish.

Susan Sontag, from Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1964. (via xshayarsha)