Love and religion! ... How detestable, how detestable they are! ... The cruelest things in the world...love and religion.

--Virginia Woolf

Women sometimes seem to share a quiet, unalterable dogma of persecution that endows even the most sophisticated of them with the inarticulate poignancy of the peasant.

I am myself. That is not enough.

The fever trickles and stiffens my hair.
My ribs show. What have I eaten?
Lies and smiles.
Surely the sky is not that color.
Surely the grass should be rippling.

All day, gluing my church of burnt matchsticks.
I dream of someone else entirely.

And I screamed in myself, thinking: oh, to give myself crashing, fighting, to you.

I am simply retarded because I declined plans tonight to stay home, clean, and write a paper. Instead, I took ridiculous pictures and just, well, chilled. Sam is coming over now and we are going to go to Trash bar, across the street. Yes, this is how wild and adventurous I have become. Unnecessary post but I wanted to document a significant ( Read more... )

I scratch my bones ( Read more... )

I don't exist.

Each day, I desperately crave the interactions of humanity; I need their lethal embrace. I constantly internalize myself; this egocentric, misdirected, 'going nowhere fast' girl. I am chasing the wind, seeking shelter in shacks without blueprints.

I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.

The wait's begun again, the long wait for the angel. For that rare, random descent.

--Sylvia Plath

[who else?]

Meet Solitude: your new best friend, loneliness will always hold your hand!