i'm in the throes of being okay
if the pain you caused me was something straight-forward and physical like a knife to my heart, how would i react?
in one universe i would look you dead in the eye as you twist and turn the knife inside of me instead of begging you to stop.
in another universe i would leave the knife in me until scar-tissue grows over it and it becomes part of me.
in the last universe i pull the knife out from where you put it in between my ribs and stab you with it as i bleed to death. then lick the blade and let the iron of us both be my last meal.
2002
Studio Ghibli: ‘Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind’ (1984) dir. Hayao Miyazaki
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every time i start a new journal or any creative project i'm like, yeah i'm gonna do it pretty and neat and in a cohesive aesthetic because i always wanted to be the neat kid with the color-coded notes at school but i'm just not. when you go through my journals you can literally always see the point where i unravel back into the scrungly forest goblin that i am and it's so funny to me
Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001