"I don’t know how I die. I know how you’re going to die. I know how you’re all going to die. Give me a little touchy-touchy, a bit of the ol’ skin-on-skin, and I see. But me? No. For me it’s a grand old mystery. A big-ass giant motherfucking question mark. It kills me that I don’t know what kills me."
- Miriam Black (via how-you-die)
