"A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages."
The best part of writing is when you can’t stop the words pouring out; you are in such a rush to see them inked they tumble seamlessly out of your heart, your mind, and just you. You loose yourself in their constant flow, and that trance you’re in is truly the most wonderful thing about writing.
it used to take me all my guts to cut myself. now it takes all my guts not to
There’s a glass girl in my head, if I
shake too violently she’ll shatter
If she fills up with wine
I’ll drown myself in her
And in time
Every longing I have for death
Presses another crack up her spine
And I can taste the shards down the back
of my throat
The pieces of her, me
bleeding straight through me