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— David Cronenberg, Consumed

What's wild is that you'll have an abusive parent. And you'll maintain a relationship with them despite your better instincts because that's your parent and you want them to be a parent. And one day you'll bring up all the things that they did to you because they need to be addressed. The baggage needs to be unpacked. And they'll say what do you want me to do with this box of rotting flesh? And you'll say I want you to acknowledge the box of rotting flesh. I want you to apologize for cutting it off of me and stuffing it into that box and then forcing the box onto me. I want you to recognize that I have been carrying this box for years. And I want you to help me carry it. And they'll say well where's my apology for you putting your unsuspecting body into my hands and then expecting me not to stick a knife in you? And you just have to move on because the only alternative is rotting in the box yourself.

coffee-scripts

I’ve started to wonder

If there’s something broken in me

Maybe I’m made to love

Not to be loved

cocainfo

“I was growing flowers, in my lungs, in my throat; but as you told me, they were so useless, wasted on the bathroom floor.”

Hanahaki Disease.

“Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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