February 2012
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If you were a huntress
I’d be your bow
– I Can See Now, Dead Can Dance
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My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.
– Unrequited Love Poem, Sierra DeMulder
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She went back to her room and put on her best dress, high heels, tried to fix...
– Post Office, Charles Bukowski
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The shoulder blades sticking out as if they wanted to grow into wings, poke...
– Charles Bukowski
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The best woman is like a gun.
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Kiss Me Judas, Will Christopher Baer
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The love between them isn’t safe in the bones, the marrow.
– Will Christopher Baer
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My schedule for today lists a six-hour self-accusatory depression.
– Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep?, Philip K. Dick
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In that moment, I wanted to cut out all my sins from my body and lay them down...
– Joshua Allen
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My fingers guideposts pearled with pleasure...
– Pericoloso Sporgersi, Joyce Mansour
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I inhabit the wax image of myself, a doll’s body.
– Witch Burning, Sylvia Plath
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I see them all lined up
Like naked children at the wall
Their skin is hanging...
– All Lined Up, Swans
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Now I am your mute wife,
You wrote your name on my back with your knife,
My...
– My True Body, The Angels Of Light
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La tristesse durera toujours.
(The sadness will last forever.)
– Suicide note of Vincent van Gogh
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Johannes,
Never will I call you “my Johannes,” for I certainly realize you...
– Diary Of A Seducer, Søren Kierkegaard
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Kiss the tears that stain my neck.
Drug me with visions untrue.
– Untitled Love Song, The Angels Of Light
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I was born with the Devil in me. I could not help the fact that I was a...
– H. H. Holmes, Serial killer
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This is a thirst that I’ve never had,
I’ve never bled for another...
– Lose It, Austra
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You were my death: you I could hold when all fell away from me.
– Paul Celan
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I like things like cuts and bruises - they’re like little flowers.
– David Lynch
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I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
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The blood will run like ribbons in your hair.
– The Black Rider, Tom Waits
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In a casket made for two
I will wrap my arms around you
We can suffocate in...
– Casket Made For Two, Glyn Styler & Lydia Lunch
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Unravel the noose from my neck
Feed your children the evil I’ve left
Yes...
– Fear Of Death, The Angels of Light
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Tell me we’re dead and I’ll love you even more.
– The Torn Up Road, Richard Siken
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I have loved to the point of madness; that which is called madness, that which...
– Françoise Sagan
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I will never forget you. Your nakedness
haunts me in the dawn when I cannot...
– Songs From The House Of Death Or How To Make It Through To The End Of A Relationship, Joy Harjo
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i don’t want to be a borderline girl sick but cute, no: i just want to be fuckmeat, morbidly sweet flesh. no: scrape off my lamb skin, i want to be exposed bones.
i don’t want to be afraid of the light, no: i just want someone to make me feel alive.
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I let him inhale me, then I slip away.
– Anaïs Nin
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I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for...
– Hiroshima Mon Amour, Marguerite Duras
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What filthy things my heart is capable of.
– Crime And Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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Lover I smashed my glass slipper to build a stained glass window for every wall...
– Maybe I Need You, Andrea Gibson
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I’m nobody. I’m a tramp, a bum, a hobo. I’m a boxcar and a jug...
– Charles Manson
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Here I am
and there is my body
dancing on glass
– 4.48 Psychosis, Sarah Kane
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She’s an imaginary girl
A fiction
I am a dog on a chain
A prisoner
When I...
– Imaginary Girl, David Lynch
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What I want is to be your skin, to hang off your limbs and know you could never...
– K. Mkhonza
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Death is my lover and he wants to move in.
– Crave, Sarah Kane
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A voice within me is sobbing.
– Anne Frank
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Being your slave what should I do but tend
Upon the hours, and times of your...
– Sonnet 57, William Shakespeare
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I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds.
– Egon Schiele
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If you died it would be like my bones had been removed. No one would know why,...
– Crave, Sarah Kane
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Existence, well what does it matter?
I exist on the best terms I can.
The past...
– Heart And Soul, Joy Division
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The damaged love the damaged.
– Snuff, Chuck Palahniuk
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We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to...
– Anne Sexton, On Sylvia Plath
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I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.
– Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov
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After slipping on a negligee and making herself comfortable on the lounge, she...
– The Beautiful And Damned, F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Sometimes I vibrate with such rage, it terrifies me.
– Hayden McClaine, American Horror Story