I am my heart’s undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.
I cut myself because you wouldn’t let me cry.I cried because you wouldn’t let me speak.I spoke because you wouldn’t let me shine.I shone because I thought you loved me…
My reasons to liveWere my reasons to dieBut at least they were mineNow I’ve freedom unboundCut the laces of life
Women who focus on style over substance usually find themselves in a big fucking hole, with other men who want to fuck the hole. Oh so smooth, and none sophistacted. Because, you know, how sophisticated can hole-fucking really be
It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.
It is this, not the spirits, that frightens us; shall we never be free, even after we die?
History written in pencil is easily erased, but crayon is forever.
You,” he said, “are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.
Why can I never go back to bed? Who’s is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I’m half past dead?
He cried when I left, which I find to be standard male behavior.
Revenge itself may indeed be the best revenge, but slaying one’s enemy does not give back what they stole.
Nothing in my life has ever made me want to commit suicide more than people’s reaction to my trying to commit suicide.
What’s the big fucking deal? Lots of amazing people have committed suicide, and they turned out alright.
We will paste upon the curled pages wordsLike charming and romantic and sentimentalForgetting that charming is witchcraftRomantic is loveAnd sentiment is what makes us human
There is no such thing as justice, all the best that we can hope for is revenge.
I still own my heart, which I know because it hurts so much.
Awareness is the enemy of sanity, for once you hear the screaming, it never stops.
Some are born mad, some achieve madness, and some have madness thrust upon ’em.
Your stockings prove your virtues.Be certain they are clean and free of tears.
Oh, and I certainly don’t suffer from schizophrenia. I quite enjoy it. And so do I.
I love to write and to get to know the people who are listening.
Hey, look at me! Look at me! Look at me! And…look at me. Will he think I’m sexy enough? Will he find me wholesome enough? Am I fuckable? Is he allergic to feathers?!
I’ve been completely fascinated with history because it tells everything about what’s going to happen next because it’s cyclical, everything repeats in general.
Being brave means to know something is scary, difficult, and dangerous, and doing it anyway, because the possibility of winning the fight is worth the chance of losing it.