𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴

1 / men have used her meanly. she will eat them.

2 / out of the ash I rise with my red hair. and I eat men like air.

3 / I hated the idea of serving men in any way.

4 / your silence is not your weakness but the beginning of your strength.

5 / suddenly I wonder, where is the girl that I was last year? two years ago? what would she think of me now?

6 / i am myself, that is not enough.

7 / you want a heart in this life, you pay for it.

8 / it is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.

9 / I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly

10 / I could love you violently, if I let myself.

11 / in march I'll be rested, caught up and human.

12 / something in me wants more. I can't rest.

13 / the silence depressed me. it wasn't the silence of silence. it was my own silence.

14 / I wait and ache. I think I have been healing.

15 / I am both worse and better than you thought.

16 / I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am. I am. I am.

17 / I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.

18 / someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?

19 / what have I eaten? lies and smiles.

20 / outside it is warm and blue and april.

21 / if you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.

22 / the worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

23 / I don't know what it is like to not have deep emotions. even when I feel nothing, I feel it completely.

24 / I like people too much or not at all

25 / I think I made you up inside my head.

26 / I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.

27 / I’m glad the rain is coming down hard. it’s the way I feel inside.

28 / I'm not sure why it is, but I love food more than just about anything else.

29 / I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.

30 / what I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination. the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.

31 / what horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.

32 / I am living now in a kind of present hell, and god knows what ceremonies of life or love can patch the havoc wrought.

33 / I hate handing over money to people for doing what I could just as easily do myself, it makes me nervous.

34 / sometimes I feel like I'm not solid. I'm hollow. there's nothing behind my eyes. I'm a negative of a person. all I want is blackness, blackness and silence.

35 / why can't I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is more becoming?

36 / the moon lays a hand on my forehead

37 / kiss me and you'll know how important I am.

38 / I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, this is what it is to be happy.

39 / we grow. it hurts at first.

40 / I am terrified by this dark thing. that sleeps in me.

41 / although, I admit, I desire, occasionally, some backtalk from the mute sky.

42 / I wish to cry. yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can.

42 / I need a father, I need a mother, I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to god but the sky is empty.

43 / girls are not machines that you put kindness coins into until sex falls out.

44 / I love my rejection slips. they show me I try.

45 / paralysis again. how I waste my days.