From childhood’s hour I have not been as others were;
I have not seen as others saw;
I could not bring my passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken my sorrow;
I could not awaken my heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
~Edgar Allen Poe
“I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am…You are a shit.”
– Frida Kahlo, from an unsent letter to Diego Rivera
“I write because no one listens to me when I speak. And maybe my words on paper will seep into their minds.”
“…And out of the darkness came color, and light and something much more altered than what had existed there before in that shadowy place that it had long known as home.”
Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix.
In time, in time they tell me, I’ll not feel so bad. I don’t want time to heal me. There’s a reason I’m like this. I want time to set me ugly and knotted with loss of you, marking me. I won’t smooth you away. I can’t say goodbye. ~China Mieville, The Scar
“You were given this life, because you are strong enough to live it.”