Aella

“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.”
― Kait Rokowski

“I want to lie down like a tired child and weep away this life - and my diary shall receive me on its downy pillow. Most children do not know what they cry for; nor do I altogether.”
― Virginia Woolf, Complete Works of Virginia Woolf

“I love you, but you don’t understand me, I’m a real poet!
My life is my poetry, my lovemaking is my legacy!”
― Lana Del Rey, Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass

“With me, the present is forever and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead. But you can’t start over with each new second. You have to judge by what is dead. It’s like quicksand…hopeless from the start. A story, a picture, can renew sensation a little, but not enough, not enough. Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I don’t want to die.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath