I was a girl gulping a woman’s grief.
Melissa Febos, from “Call My Name,” published in Prairie Schooner
Etikett: about astrid
it’s scary how dependent my mood is on other people and whether or not they are giving me attention
nobody likes the “bad boys” who insult and degrade their partners while wearing pastel polos with popped collars, people like REAL bad boys who wear leather jackets and take a lot of care in how they shape their pompadour and carry around stiletto switchblades and care about their communities and ride a motorcycle and rebel against the government and says stuff like “NOBODY insults my gal” and gets in fistfights with dudes who catcall their girlfriends. THOSE bad boys are the guys everyone wants.
The worst thing about the 60s is that I wasn’t there.
“Such a faraway look, as if she’s always lived in a garden.”
— My Fair Lady (1964)
oh hey sorry I’ve been distant lately…. I’ve been really busy having a brain that is bad
“…my dreams slice me to pieces.”
— Anne Sexton, from Lost Lies (via writemeanna)
I just wanna be the girl of someone’s dreams ya know
“Don’t look so frightened,
this is just a passing phase, one of my bad days.”— (One of My Turns) Pink Floyd
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