Junkie Chic

You promise to stay in touch with people, but it doesn’t work out. It never does. And you forget about what the friendship used to be like, why you liked that person. And I hated it.

Listen to your silence and the truth becomes easier to hear.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

“Aphrodite,” I pleaded to the moon drenched night sky “Tell me; if love is meant to heal, then why does it destroy those who choose it?” From somewhere beyond the clouds, I heard the Goddess laugh. And I knew.

Some people come into your life just to teach you how to let go.

i find myself yearning for a utopia. a place where nobody  knows my name and my mistakes are gone.  but, how much luck would one need to erase themselves from existence?

Unwholly created, I flee from the well-meaning hands that would steal my soul from me. They would grind my rough edges to nothingness in the name  of perfection. They don't  understand– my soul thrives in ragged,  unfinished spaces.

(…) the wall of old corpses. I love them. I love them like history.

You’re not the smartest, you’re not the coolest, you’re not the best looking, but god-dammit you are something.

There is a difference between the literal truth and the emotional truth.

Make your parents proud, your enemies jealous, and yourself happy.

Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.

Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.