I want to feel all the things i'm not capable of feeling.
“p. 55 “It seems there is a tiny door that I must walk through. It is called ‘normal.’ But I am not. As a result I cannot fit through this door. And yet they keep telling me I must go through it. They being my mom, the doctor, and the medical profession in general—at least according to the literature that Dr. Thornton gave me to read. Now at times some of this actually makes sense, and then at other times it all sounds absolutely ridiculous. I wonder where they get this stuff. I wonder who invented ‘normal’ in the first place. And I question whether or not it really exists. Or if it exists, perhaps it’s not for me. Because I am certain this is a door I will never be able to squeeze through.”
"You're alive today
Small hands of a woman
With an animal heart"
I fell from the sky or came from the sea
i like the subconscious, watching the sun come up, sleeping until noon, shadow puppetry and patterns on butterflies. i'm the happiest when im creating/painting/in my cocoon. i'm sad when i'm not in motion.