Sunday, 25 February 2018

i'm so sick of being mentally ill

so sick of wondering how long i can outrun this

Wednesday, 13 September 2017

when im alone youre all i think about

but im never alone very long

Monday, 21 August 2017

Saturday, 5 August 2017

"The bra hook buries itself
in our backs. The boys who won’t love me just
won’t love me. I sit on the subway hold
my hand. You are not the only one who
goes home and thinks about killing yourself."

"Elsa, what is mourning and can it be
learned. Elsa, how we start to tear from
the middle. When I forget who I am
I put on pearls and spray my perfume. The
only narrative I have running through
my head is I need someone to kiss me.
Like boats shaped like birds set to the west, her
heart will never be rid of its ghosting."

felt maybe in her past life she was
beautiful she was great. She felt maybe
in her future life she’d think this life was
beautiful it was great. The building smelled like
cumin there is nothing left to say."

angela veronica wong

Tuesday, 20 June 2017

“My mind, I know, I can prove, hovers on hummingbird wings. It hovers and it churns. And when it's operating at full thrust, the churning does not stop. The machines do not rest, the systems rarely cool. And while I can forget anything of any importance--this is why people tell me secrets--my mind has an uncanny knack for organization when it comes to pain. Nothing tormenting is ever lost, never even diminished in color or intensity or quality of sound.” 

Sunday, 14 May 2017

“We can only die in the future, I thought; right now we are always alive.” 

Tuesday, 25 April 2017

we always had world enough

oh, but time