September 2010
69 posts
Anonymous asked: is he awesome?
Anonymous asked: do you have a boyfriend?
“It happens. Will it go on?—-
My mind a rock,
No fingers to grip, no...”
– sylvia plath, paralytic
llnjn asked: your blog is so beautiful xx
what happens when you die.
i feel like something lives under my skin… like half of me is who i think i am and the other half is a demon that i want to kill. i can feel myself slip up, lose control to the creature… i think it’s a she and i think she’s taking me over. there’s less of me now and more of her, this spiteful and cruel thing that manifests me now… i want to know her name
“there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for...”
– bukowski
“the slime of all my yesterdays
rots in the hollow of my skull
and if my...”
– sylvia plath, april 18
i mean, really. i could’ve been wild and i could’ve been free but nature played this trick on me
i wish i could keep a diary, or a journal or personal record of some sort. i think lovely inspiring excellent things, and terrible heartbreaking destructive things, and then lose them all in the throes of my mind, which is usually all wound up and worrying. i worry so much that i can’t see past myself most of the time. i would rather be a babbling fool than think of things to the extent that i do....
