I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count the grains that make me what I am. - Virginia Woolf
Tuesday 26 January 2016
Monday 25 January 2016
Friday 22 January 2016
my god how I have grown, in my thought
in my speech, in my execution of
every individual part that makes up
who it is, that I am
now I am the one forming the words
for other to speak in the silent space
they don't know how to fill
I re-watched this
with more appreciate than an 19 year old could've ever had
http://www.criminalwisdom.com/hysterical-literature-the-orgasm-as-art/
Thursday 21 January 2016
Monday 18 January 2016
Wednesday 6 January 2016
Tuesday 5 January 2016
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