"Do you have this thing where you start thinking something and your mind takes it over and it's not in a language you can translate yet so you're sitting and waiting but your mind's like... it's like in those movies where the computer starts talking to itself and locks the guy out? Sometimes I sit here and I feel like a shell harboring my brain and my brain is faxing different thoughts to other parts." //patti smith//

"God, who am I? I sit in the library tonight, the lights glaring overhead, the fan whirling loudly. Girls, girls everywhere, reading books. Intent faces, flesh pink, white, yellow. And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches... I'm lost..."
Sylvia Plath, Journals, September 1950

"Fuck everyone else. You're you, they're them. No one is ever going to be liked by everybody and if you know someone who is introduce me, I bet I'll hate them. Even the thought of wanting to be
liked by everybody is ridiculous and childish, three year olds want to be liked by everybody are you three? If you're reading this no,you're not three so grow the hell up and accept the fact that someone on this earth right now does not like you. Possibly even hates you. Call me morbid, call me a bitch call me what you will it'll only prove my point" valorie

I won't be a martyr. It's too overrated.
Where the hell's that picture I've always wanted painted?
I may not have the answer. All I really need is time
And I may never find it out
But I'll be damned if I don't try.
*i dont need a music scene to tell me who i am*