they wanted me to be a success; they wanted me to be good. i was to get straight As and make friends and dress well. but that wasn’t me, it wasn’t. i found solace in desolate places, in fear and in pain.
31st of December
You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
I bloomed despite the darkness, and I was not alone.
Persephone, Soteira, (Savior), Persephone, Praxidike, (Exacter of Justice)
And maybe you can’t know me now. Maybe I’m just blood. Whatever that’s for.
Alice Notley, from ‘In The Pines’ (via aegeane)
The sounds, the lyrics, each flowing directly to her drums, took her away from the world just long enough for her to feel overwhelming joy.
T.L. Williams
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