Favorite Quotes

 
there’s no remedy for memory
your face is like a melody:
it won’t l e a v e  m y  h e a d
 






all my friends tell me I should move on
I’m lyin in the ocean singin your song
 

Mad Girl’s Love Song

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit Seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
 
 


you got that James Dean daydream look in your eye
and I got that red lip classic thing that you like
and when we go crashing down
we come back every time
cause we never go out of style
you got that long hair slicked back
white tshirt
and I got that good girl faith
and a tight little skirt


 

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i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you




 

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Things were rough all over
BUT IT WAS BETTER THAT WAY.
THaT waY You couLD TeLL
the other guy was human too.
                                                        —S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders
 
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       And tears are / water, blood is / water, / a woman always washes in 
BLooD & Tears.

Life is short, though I keep this from my children.
Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine
in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,
a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways
I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least
fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative
estimate, though I keep this from my children.
For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.
For every loved child, a child broken, bagged,
sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world
is at least half terrible, and for every kind
stranger, there is one who would break you,
though I keep this from my children. I am trying
to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,
walking you through a real s.hithole, chirps on
about good bones: This place could be beautiful,
right? You could make this place beautiful.
 
"good bones"  - maggie smith


It's like the blind
leading the blind,
I'll hold your hand

if you hold mine;

Sometimes you gotta close your eyes if you wanna see the light.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. 
I am, I am, I am.

sylvia plath, the bell jar

 

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