“Friendships that die are like a lost art.”

Anxiety feels like over-explaining chronically.

If only were my skin like art shining against the mould, if only my body were a canvas brave if only.

My very survival is a spit on your face don’t fuck with a woman who knows her worth.

A powerful woman is dangerous heaven and hell both want the rights anticipation is a one-night stand or better yet use your own fucking hand.

I’m such a people pleaser I even want random strangers on the internet to like me.

When I ask myself why am I even sober anymore I wish I could lose myself for even just a minute without it being a death sentence.

I am on another planet experiencing myself the colors run but I’m not caught up on perfections here I just want to be my own friend again I just want to love my bones without restraint.

It’s those Saturday mornings laughing underneath the sheets it’s a glimpse of everything I dreamed that makes me feel hope for us. Saturdays could be our thing.

Writing saved me when my phone went silent.

Hard crash everything good has to end take your fucking Prozac.

You were the best and worst nights of my life fucking while the flames lick us at least you’re a distraction from my spiritual death. You’re a god damn angel in a crack den.

I am a woman writer the last thing I am is weak.

Your silence speaks in waves I am trying to not drown in my own thoughts let alone yours.

And when I pour myself unafraid like the shatter had a purpose I become the wave.

I gave names to all my disorders to humanize the pain.

You were poetry in a dark hallway whispering to know me in a psychotic way the way your neck tattoos straddle my throat I’m envious of every girl you’ve ever known.

Progressive art can assist people to learn what’s at work in the society in which they live.

Art requires so much patience, don’t let time-lapse trick you.

Great art is horseshit, buy tacos.

Art begins with resistance – at the point where resistance is overcome. No human masterpiece has ever been created without great labor.

Any asshole can chase a skirt, art takes discipline.

My art is capable of liberating man from the tyranny of the practical, rational world.

Thank you for the tragedy. I need it for my art.

The attempt to develop a sense of humor and to see things in a humorous light is some kind of a trick learned while mastering the art of living.