something terrible and monstrous is inside me [being in my 20s]
like there comes a point where you think something is fundamentally wrong with you. and then it turns out it’s just Friday and you haven’t washed your hair in three days and maybe you’re also just a little lonely and the combination of all three of those things is whittling a hole into your chest every time you breathe. but also the sun’s up. and you’ve survived everything so far, so you’ll survive this too, even if it hurts, even if you have to survive it many times.
attracting
even the parts of the drawing that don’t move…I draw again. usually a minimum of six times. I don’t have a rhyme or reason. I just do as I am called to do.
Promise you'll treat me like a dog with a bite history and you're the last white girl with a savior complex on earth
"August evenings are especially stricken with melancholy - as if the ghosts of all past summers came rushing to haunt my heart."
from Letters of Summer Past (Listy Tamtego Lata) VI
it's rotten work, but without the rot nothing can grow
it's rotten work but decay is an essential part of the cycle of death and rebirth
From Waiting for This Story to End Before I Begin Another by Jan Heller Levi (via hush-syrup)
Alice Walker, from “Even As I Hold You”, Her Blue Body Everything We Know: Earthling Poems 1965-1990
