i don't think people love me. they love versions of me i have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. the easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.

Häxan, 1922

poor little hysterical witch!

isn't it funny? how the cold numbs everything but grief. if we could light up the room with pain, we'd be such a glorious fire.

twin peaks day

me n who

fuck therapy i need to be cast as a horrible person in a horror movie and get to stab a fake body and get blood all over me and act deranged (and get paid for it). that would help me a lot actually

the woman with two heads, 1977

i wanna be a white angel
the one with two billion of eyes
i wanna be like a fly on the wall
to watch you until you die

me waiting for a sudden burst of motivation to hit so i can finally put my clothes away, make the bed, buy food and text my friend back

what horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.

- sylvia plath

oh to be a vampire so i could turn into a bat to escape unwanted social interactions