“I wonder how hungry they are. I wonder if they would forget me if I just undid the locks and stood back and turned into a tree.”

-Sylvia Plath


I didn’t want to miss the end of the world for anything.

“if there’s an inferno it’s inside her unsatisfied mind, I wouldn’t want to enter it even for a few seconds.”–Elena Ferrante

She was walking out of the woods and it was on fire. Not a real fire but a painted fire, like with yellow and orange cardboard cut into the shape of flames. She was wearing a cardboard crown she had made. She was speaking softly into a microphone. No, she was humming.


(other men’s dreams)

but to you there’s no difference between decimation and the resolve so you’re bloody palms out begging for love and here comes the reaper.