Don’t be the one who writes slow songs for pretty girls
Insensitive smokers with cigarette eyes
Keep chasing hopelessness, tom-boys are dangerous



I know you said I should try to relax & ignore the residue the bombs
left in my torso

Laura Glenum, the perfect poet, has a line that applies to anything I experience, I swear. The hyper-grotesque is devine. 

To hell, to hell with balance! I break glasses; I want to burn, even if I break myself. I want to live only for ecstasy. I’m neurotic, perverted, destructive, fiery, dangerous – lava, inflammable, unrestrained.

Anaïs Nin  (via thenocturnals)

Words strain,
Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,
Will not stay still.

T.S. Eliot (I’m thankful for him too, and anyone else who appreciates words) 

…failure is a human condition, not victory over odds; for each Hellen Keller who triumphs, there are tens of millions who fail, mute and deaf and insensate as vegetables tossed upon a vast garbage pile to rot.

Joyce Carol Oates

Love shouldn’t make a beggar of one. I wouldn’t want love if I had to beg for it, to barter or qualify it. And I should despise it if anyone ever begged for my love. Love is something that must be given — it can’t be bought with words or pity, or even reason.

Jacqueline Susann