Doubts of the Self…

I have broken my own bones, splintered them and placed them into bags, dozens of bags of me, and I have thrown them from the windows of speeding cars in hope that you will find me after the crash, somewhere where the good girls would never go, littered between back alleys in the dark parts, […]

via The Good Girls Are Always Found — The Lithium Chronicles

Slowly, Understanding What it Meant, to Be, D-E-A-D…

to have arrived is to die I have since surrounded myself with cut-out cardboard reconfigured with no particular preference staples and tape to ward off the hatred a color completely devoid of vindictiveness the windowless model is quite suitable for I have not the time to look up and ahead I am far too caught-up […]

via Preoccupation — Max Meunier

Smiling, Because the Rest of the World Expects You to…

Sometimes I feel that positivity is overrated. I get it. That’s what everyone says. That’s even what I tell myself on the good days. But on the bad days, positivity really is when you smile long enough to convince yourself (and everyone else) of the absense of pain.

via Overrated — INFINITEWORDSONPAPER

On Finding, and Losing that Love You Want…

A wise man once said that patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet. I always believed that I understood what he meant. I thought that he spoke of suffering; that one must sacrifice so that he may eventually prosper. I told myself that I wanted to be a writer, and that the yearning in […]

via Honey — The Renegade Press

On the Way, to Better Understanding Oneself…

~magazine paper, flyers, hand cut and pasted Sometimes the dualities within yourself don’t even know about the existence of the other, until a single thought or experience draws away the blanket of ignorance.

via A Conundrum — hijacked amygdala