"three people walking across a field in front of a painting" "a painting of a man holding a knife and a woman laying on a mountain"

I need to have hot crazy sex with a girl and then do cute domestic things like cook dinner together while dancing in the kitchen.

And the tragedy that she didn't

Fight club - 1999

I thought of the Bacchae, a play whose violence and savagery made me uneasy, as did the sadism of its blood thirsty god.

'- all white robes and bloody like something from Edgar Allan Poe,' Francis said gloomily.

"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet." — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Mitch

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

the floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther

rosioire

obscure nature

I told you about all the people who have fucked me, you said I didn't deserve this and they were all jerks for treating me like this, you said to anyone who hurt me you would hurt them, and you became one of them

THIS ENERGY