How are you today, little flower?

"I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured or opinionated guests at a wonderful party, whispering to each other." — White Oleander, Janet Fitch

"What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age." — Sylvia Plath

"Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another." — Anaïs Nin

"Most of the people are homesick anyway, and a little lonely, and they hide themselves in their hair and are turned into flowers."

"It is not everyone who has your passion for dead leaves."



I’m so tired, I can’t sleep
I’m a liar and a thief
sit and drink pennyroyal tea
I’m anemic royalty