“Noble deeds and hot baths are the best cures for depression.”
― I Capture the Castle
― I Capture the Castle
“To The Woman Crying Uncontrollably In The Next Stall
If you ever woke in your dress at 4 a.m. ever closed your legs to a man you loved opened them for one you didn't moved against
a pillow in the dark stood miserably on a beach seaweed clinging to your ankles paid
good money for a bad haircut backed away
from a mirror that wanted to kill you bled
into the back sear for lack of a tampon
If you swam across a river under rain sang
using a dildo for a microphone stayed up
to watch the moon eat the sun entire
ripped out the stitches in your heart because why not if you think nothing &
no one can / listen I love you joy is coming”
―
If you ever woke in your dress at 4 a.m. ever closed your legs to a man you loved opened them for one you didn't moved against
a pillow in the dark stood miserably on a beach seaweed clinging to your ankles paid
good money for a bad haircut backed away
from a mirror that wanted to kill you bled
into the back sear for lack of a tampon
If you swam across a river under rain sang
using a dildo for a microphone stayed up
to watch the moon eat the sun entire
ripped out the stitches in your heart because why not if you think nothing &
no one can / listen I love you joy is coming”
―
“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”
―
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”
―
“At least I have the flowers of myself,
and my thoughts, no god
can take that;
I have the fervour of myself for a presence
and my own spirit for light;
and my spirit with its loss
knows this;
though small against the black,
small against the formless rocks,
hell must break before I am lost;
before I am lost,
hell must open like a red rose
for the dead to pass.”
―
and my thoughts, no god
can take that;
I have the fervour of myself for a presence
and my own spirit for light;
and my spirit with its loss
knows this;
though small against the black,
small against the formless rocks,
hell must break before I am lost;
before I am lost,
hell must open like a red rose
for the dead to pass.”
―
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