- One day you fall for this boy, and he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him, and it hurts when you don't. And it feels like someone's cut you open with a jagged piece of glass and then you realized you always felt that way.
- "Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low-self esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, simply surrounded by assholes." (William Gibson)
- The artist as exemplary sufferer.
- It's all so pointless.
- never open up to anyone
- bored of everything
- Love me till I'm me again.
- I can't stand the loneliness I feel when your fingers aren't between mine.
- It's getting harder to believe in anything.
- I’m remembering how much I enjoy solitude. I don’t think I want to be infatuated with anyone. Human beings are disappointing. My bed and nature have never let me down. I’m reading fucking Osho and smiling to myself. Life is too beautiful to lose yourself in things or people. I seek nirvana. ”Don’t cling to the fire, sit by it and enjoy its warmth, but don’t grasp it.”
- I'm sad because the world is a beautiful place filled with ugly people.
- WE ARE NOT OUR FAILURES
- artists need to create on the same capacity that society has to destroy.
- I decided one day not to feel anymore.
- missed connections
- words aren't enough.
- more than anything i yearn for a man to intimately record my curves… to transfer every crevice on to paper, canvas, or film with patience and admiration.
- But with nobody in your bed, the night's hard to get through.
oct 3 2011 ∞
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