The more we make use of our memories, the more they turn into fables, which we keep turning over in our minds so as not to forget who we are, their moral serving as our solace or our torture.

~ Céline Curiol, Voice Over

(thanks maranda!)

i'm tired of organizing myself
in ways people understand.
labels and diagnoses,
smiles and faded scars.
can't you just see me,
this doll smashed on the sidewalk?
this forgotten piece of a dream
imploding on herself
but even as i burn the smoke
is still not black enough.
i wish i could show you,
i wish you could see me but no one can.
that is my curse,
a ghost of a girl still judged,
relief in life nor death.
there is no rest.

i got a tattoo (started!) about a month ago of a typewriter with flowers coming out of it, designed by Cassandra Warren. i did some art journal pages on my tattoo and its symbolism and forgot to post them here! click any of the photos to see them bigger via my flickr.


my friend's husband made that remark after i showed him my tattoo.
i said if it wasn't permanent i wanted my money back!

the design for my tattoo is by Cassandra Warren. please respect her work and my idea by not copying this design or tattoo in any way. ♥

( two more! )

I am every girl...

i want someone to pay. i want to erase him and him and him and him and rewind time to when i was safe. if i ever was. why is he coming back? for me?