I am all of the people I choose not to be. I am all of the people you want to forget. I am every single person on your mind. I can never be just me.
WARNING: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don’t you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can’t think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you’re supposed to read? Do you think every thing you’re supposed to think? Buy what you’re told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you’re alive. If you don’t claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned.
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You were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night
The way people in love gaze at each other – the way they look lovingly at each other – the knowing glances they share with each other— tells you they are in love. There is a “look to love.”
THE LAST TIME
YOU DID SOMETHING
FOR THE FIRST TIME?
I give everything to other people and nobody everI never..I don’t get what I want!
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My morning ritual.
Plain and simple, coffee. Equals love.
"But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning."
Marilyn Monroe photographed by George Barris, 1962.
"Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? …I always wonder about that. If people could see me the way I see myself—if they could live in my memories—would anyone, anyone, love me?"
"She is madness, sanity. She is hell, and paradise."