I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print the way you
crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig tree.
- [SylviaPlath]
She is ambivalent, she is neurotic, she is learning to break-free-from-typical-gender roles, she is SylviaPlath.
I read thebelljar a few weeks ago and it intensified my love for the nobel-poet. Yeeehaaa
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
Yum,
Beetles taste like apples, wasps like pine nuts, and worms like fried bacon
Predicament
"There's no right or wrong, there's only one philosophy that rules the world -success."
Words along these very lines, albeit more painful, are injected in my grey matter every maafucking hour.
Words along these very lines, albeit more painful, are injected in my grey matter every maafucking hour.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
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