sick girl

Some people should walk around with circus music to match their energy

I feel like there’s a whole genre of poems about womanhood that are just like “my hair was a snake and I was living in a house that was on fire” but like. they’re literally right

absurdism is realism for the marginal

When did you last die? What gets you out of bed in the morning? What became of your childhood dreams? What sets you apart from everyone else? What is missing from your life? Do you think that everyone can be an artist? Where do you come from? Do you find your lot an enviable one? What have you given up? What do you do with your money? What household task gives you the most trouble? What are your favourite pleasures? What would you like to receive for your birthday? Cite three living artists whom you detest. What do you stick up for? What are you capable of refusing? What is the most fragile part of your body? What has love made you capable of doing? What do other people reproach you for? What does art do for you? Write your epitaph. In what form would you like to return? — Sophie Calle

no offense but I’ve never gotten over anything that’s happened to me in my life

I want this on my tombstone