lazy haze, oh lovely daze...

“Why does the sea run in me?”

…At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined

“If someday the moon calls you by your name don’t be surprised, because every night I tell her about you.”

She turned away, but with the autumn weather Compelled my imagination many days, Many days and many hours: her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers

There is nothing so black as the inferno of the human mind.

I’m just dying to say, ‘Hey, do you ever feel like jumping off a bridge?’ or ‘Do you feel an emptiness inside your chest at night that is going to swallow you?’ But you can’t say that at a…party.

I am not one person; I am many people; I do not altogether know who I am.

I shall be glad for October, when this queer, hot, uncertain September has gone its way.

I wanted “peace”, to be left alone in my…world. Real life oppressed me with its novelty so much that I could hardly breathe.

You can erase someone from your mind. Getting them out of your heart is another story.

a girl is told she is nothing. she hums into the soft dark - just wait, till i come back & eat you bare. till your heart cries blue. till your bones are fear

Some changes happen deep down inside of you. And the truth is, only you know about them. Maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be.

I don’t want your love unless you know I am repulsive, and love me even as you know it.

…and I feel haunted by a terrifying melancholy which I struggle wildly to kill—and I can’t. I feel waylaid by madness…

I’ve never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. My only real concern has been my inner life.