Somehow, me and my dogs ended up going by the same nicknames. Which ended up being quite a few
All monsters are scared. That’s why they’re monsters.
Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane (via galin-a)    
There is the obvious contradiction that feminism often means the refusal to be feminine.
G.K. Chesterton (via confessionsofsomeoneanonymous)    
She said he looked better. He insisted it wasn’t true. Then both were silent. They ate carefully—lonely people no longer astonished by their loneliness.
Henry H. Roth, Boundaries of Love, and Other Stories    

Here are some lines written by students in grades 3rd-6th:

[Writing about a family member’s recent death]

The life of my heart is crimson.

My brother went down
to the river
and put dirt on.

Away went a dull winter wind
that rocked harshly, and bent you said,
‘Father, father’.

[writing about a terminal illness]

I am feeling burdened
and I taste milk……
I mumble, ‘Please,
please run away.’
But it lives where I live.


The owls of midnight hoot like me
shutting the door to nothing.

I have provisions. Binary muffins.
It’s an in/out/in/out kind of universe.
We cannot help you,
this is a universe factory.
A sound of rolling symbols.
Disappearing rocks, screams of lizards.
Sanity must prevail. Save vs. Do Not.

I, the star god,
take bones from the
underworlds of past times
to create mankind.

Girls aren’t beautiful, they’re pretty. Beautiful is too heavy a word to assign to a girl. Women are beautiful because their faces show that they know they have lost something and picked up something else.
Henry Rollins, Smile, You’re Traveling: Black Coffee Blues Part 3     
You haven’t healed, I can tell from how cruel you are.
(via andyouwatchedmefall)    
Why did you break the walls
of my heart to create an empire
full of codes I cannot decipher?
Why did you build a civilization
inside my bones in jubilation
of our prevalence?
Why did you choose to reign
in the soul who shook
you to death?
Why did you imprison yourself
with the chains I made
for myself?
I set you on fire to burn your eyes,
to make you see,
to give you sight;
I want you see the beast in me,
the creature made to destroy
I cannot be your cape nor
your sword,
but it would be my pleasure
to be your defeat.
the I inside of why | spilledraindrops (via spilledraindrops)    
When you make decisions, you deal with consequences. Don’t expect anything in return.
Winna Efendi, Remember When    
In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression. Dr. Sterling was right about that. I loved it because I thought it was all I had. I thought depression was the part of my character that made me worthwhile. I thought so little of myself, felt that I had such scant offerings to give to the world, that the one thing that justified my existence at all was my agony.
Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation    
If you are a monster, stand up. If you are a monster, a trickster, a fiend, If you’ve built a steam-powered wishing machine If you have a secret, a dark past, a scheme, If you kidnap maidens or dabble in dreams Come stand by me. If you have been broken, stand up. If you have been broken, abandoned, alone If you have been starving, a creature of bone If you live in a tower, a dungeon, a throne If you weep for wanting, to be held, to be known, Come stand by me. If you are a savage, stand up. If you are a witch, a dark queen, a black knight, If you are a mummer, a pixie, a sprite, If you are a pirate, a tomcat, a wright, If you swear by the moon and you fight the hard fight, Come stand by me. If you are a devil, stand up. If you are a villain, a madman, a beast, If you are a strowler, a prowler, a priest, If you are a dragon come sit at our feast, For we all have stripes, and we all have horns, We all have scales, tails, manes, claws and thorns And here in the dark is where new worlds are born. Come stand by me.
A Monstrous Manifesto, by Catherynne M. Valente (via justaguywitharrows)