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I’m done w diagnoses there’s nothing wrong w me. I’m just a bit peculiar and eccentric
“I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow.”
— Hélène Cixous, from “The Love of the Wolf”
It's interesting.
The energy and effort you put into the people who seem important, particularly when you're led to believe the fascination is mutual. Then you find out it never was - some people simply like the attention, they feed off being wanted and loved, but only if they aren't expected to give you the same in return.
Two years was too long, I think. It's like I never came back at all.
Strange how silent it can be. Sometimes so silent, all you can hear is the blood rushing through your ears, your heart thumping against your ribcage, like a passenger on a sinking ship, desperate for help that will never come. Hopeless, breathless, left with nothing but the manic, tearful prayers that ring out out to a God who's turned his back on you at long last.
I know I am the one to blame, but that's every hopeless romantic's sob story.
At some point, you get too old to play games like that anymore. With each break, the heart becomes more fragile, your soul becomes a dead body you drag behind you on the way to the cemetery, as Jesus carried the cross.
Slender, bruised, pin pricked, junkie arms are not meant to carry such heavy things.
They're also not meant to wrap around girls that were never yours.
Maybe I was better through the rose-tinted glasses of the past to you.
And maybe, all I ever could have wished to be to you was the ghost of everything you would never let me be.
POLYMORPHOUS: NICK CAVE BY POLLY BORLAND
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Andrew. What song will be used for the first dance at our wedding? (you are the bride)
I am the bride. You are telling me that we are getting married, first of all, and now secondly that I am the wife. Well.
I am actually going to pick a song from generations before ours, and I’ll thank you not to laugh. Two songs actually.
At Last - Etta James. A classic.
Don’t Get Me Wrong - The Pretenders.
I bet you didn’t think I would answer this seriously.
I love it when you get romantic with me, you strange little creature.
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agrees to do petplay and she immediately euthanizes me
my problem is I want them violent but also gentle
Do the most violent things talking as gentle as possible
Nothing hotter than a girl covered in blood
A boy covered in blood?
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He is always so rude to me, and I have never done anything cruel to him.
But to his credit, yes, I was doing that just now.
andrew eldritch was here.
Nick Cave, Berlin, 1986.