i need to rest - and plan my own escape
People get crushed like biscuit crumbs
And laid down in the bitumen
You have tried your best to please everyone
But it just isn’t happening
No, it just isn’t happening
— Thom Yorke (Black Swan)
…I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.
— Haruki Murakami (via dailystendhalnitesaudade)
interaction weak
failed as a daughter / won’t be a lover / can’t be a mother / pulsion incomplete // forgot to breathe / again
