there is a charge
for the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
for the hearing of my heart--
it really goes.
and there is a charge, a very large charge,
for a word or a touch
or a bit of blood
or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
(Sylvia Plath)

Friends only.

(comment, if you're so inclined.)

love don't live here anymore

heartpirate
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I've moved journals. Only add me if you're gonna read it. If I know you "in real," I won't add you back. I made a myspace account, so you can mosey over there if you want to know what's up with me.