Melzinhaxuxu - Mel

"Almost every woman I have ever met has a secret belief that she is just on the edge of madness, that there is some deep, crazy part within her, that she must be on guard constantly against losing control - of her temper, of her appetite, of her sexuality, of her feelings, of her ambition, of her secret fantasies, of her mind.”

Elana Dykewomon, "Notes for a Magazine," Sinister Wisdom #36 (Winter 1988/89).

from Tiny Beautiful Things, adapted for the stage by Nia Vardalos. 

okay I'm kinda obsessed with this.

Breaking my Hate

Every time i hear or see someone showing off bands of gold or silver

Detailing the reasons for having them and how it fits their promise to one another

I frown

Internally groaning

All at their foolishness

Rings of promise were also meant as a 

Visual

Material pact

To save one’s body for their intended.

These bands when I lay my gaze upon them

Tell me that the wearers will wait ‘til their wedding day

to go beyond tender kissing and

Gentle touches.

Time has allowed this meaning 

to fall apart at the seams

It’s simply a way to 

Cheapen love

Another capitalization on our humanly affections

Another object, useful to avoid the solidity of spirits

I’ve grown exasperated by the notion

However

When i think towards my future

I think of you

Faceless yet cheeks flushed with kindness

I dream of hushed tones

Soft laughter

Whispered promises

And silver rings

When i think about you

I realize that breaking my hate

Against those 

Small, silver promises

Is very well worth it

I cannot stand promise rings

But i could come to love it

If my promise is to you.

𝔦𝔱’𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢

{Quotes :Norwegian Wood Haruki Murakami / Sarah Kay}

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters/ Anne Sexton, from a letter to Anne Clarke dated 23 March 1964

The Girl King (2015) | dir. Mika Kaurismäki

no YOU live in a society i live in this frame of pride and prejudice

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[text ID: It seems to me more than ever that I am a victim of introspection. If I have not the power to put myself in the place of other people, but must be continually burrowing inward. I shall never be the magnanimous creative person I wish to be. Yet I am hypnotized by the workings of the individual, alone, and am continually using myself as a specimen.]

“You, of all people, deserve a happy ending. Despite everything that happened to you, you aren’t bitter. You aren’t cold. You’ve just retreated a little and been shy, and that’s okay.”

— Sylvain Reynard, Gabriel’s Inferno