elise

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It is not about separating oneself from the pain, but about living with it, through it, learning from it, becoming a part of it and not allowing it to negatively affect you.

I am walking down a red plush carpet again.
I smell holy water. I question it. Always was the little skeptic.
My grandmother makes me bow, cross myself,
my little ivory hands grudgingly make their way
from my chest to my forehead and back.
And enter
the pew.
Organs blaring guilt-music. All gather together to worship
the priest.
The priest in green robes,
bald shiny...
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BECK + THE FLAMING LIPS = FUCKING *ROCK*

"Man can never know the kind of loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in a woman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. The woman may...
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i'm going to do my thing, whether it's right or not. it's my life anyway, right?

sometimes you love someone so much...it bursts out of you...out of your pores...out of your tear ducts...and overwhelming your body, it pours like a waterfall over those who make you this way. those who wake you up from your own life and open your eyes to the WORLD.