May 2012
Smoking
Until my heart feels like it won’t quit beating quickly. I think this is why I ever quit in the first place.
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“Everything I’ve ever let go of had claw marks on it.”
– David Foster Wallace
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ST. VINCENT - ANNIE CLARK
Two feet (or less) away from me and my best friends/significant other in 8 days and 8 hours. All of the feels.
lypophrenia: a feeling of sadness seemingly without a cause
drapetomania: an overwhelming urge to run away
escapism: a mental desire to retreat from unpleasant realities through fantasy
wanderlust: a desire to travel, to understand one’s very existence
dysania: the state of finding it difficult to get out of bed in the morning
sanctuary: a small safe place in a troubling world
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April 2012
“Suicide is just a moment. This is how she described it to me. For just a moment,...”
– Carolyn Parkhurst, The Dogs of Babel
i will snap
and slice the tendons connecting my
head to this wretched body
and throw the dribbling mess at your feet
and you will still hear the screams
‘see? i too know what it is like to suffer’
(for i have neither the scars or bones to prove it)
Say, have you heard?
Heard?
Of the flower killer- she walks by the lake and picks blooms- yesterday you were the most beautiful, today you are dead.
Say, have you heard?
Of?
Of the girl with the tattoos- she treads with loud feet (she fancies they’re quiet) and warps flowers onto her skin and into her self.
Say, have you heard?
What, pray tell?
...
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“A gray wall now, clawed and bloody.
Is there no way out of the mind?
Steps at...”
– Sylvia Plath - Apprehensions
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“I keep my eyes closed and don’t reply. I just want to sink off into sleep...”
– Haruki Murakami - Kafka on the Shore
March 2012
“So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would...”
– Sylvia Plath
“But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would...”
– Haruki Murakami - Kafka on the Shore
“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses...”
– Sylvia Plath
“I fed you dandelions and picked the stems from your teeth with my tongue.”
– Shane Jones, Light Boxes