“Don’t Touch Me! Don’t Question Me! Don’t Speak To Me! Stay With Me!”

Aimee Nezhukumatathil, from “Baked Goods”, Lucky Fish (published in 2011)

i pick at memories like scabs on juvenile knees

and i bleed when i could be change,

but i am both the bird and the tarnished cage.

i think some people are steel-toe boots and some of them are sidewalks;

some people live and learn the names of humans, of streets just to run away,

and some of them are cities forged and born to always stay.

and if life is a tree, i have to say, some days i want to leave,

but i think my birthmark is a footprint, and i'm bona fide concrete.

— concrete // melancholy galaxies (t.e.t.)

Letter to a Lost Friend, Barbara Hamby

“learned a lot. in the end though, i kind of screwed it up."

"i called over there for a reference, left word with some snooty girl. next thing you know, i got a fax from miranda priestly herself... saying that of all the assistants she's ever had... you were, by far, her biggest disappointment. and, if i don't hire you, i am an idiot. you must have done something right." | the devil wears prada (2006)

imagine the picture of dorian gray (1891) but dorian is jude law in wilde (1997) and lord henry is hugh grant in maurice (1987)

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground

and I don’t want the world to see me ‘cause I don’t think that they’d understand when everything’s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am

lets all stop being suicidal and create life 2 where its good and everybody loves you