I am too fond of the universe to live with just one being.
How could i get along with a human and not offend him in the name of everyone? A demon, I can’t get along with God; an angel, with a demon. How could I get along with you if I don’t get along with myself? Where to escape, if the sky and hell are as closed to me as the earth?

men

want to fix you
save you
or fuck you

I can’t be fixed
and I don’t care to be saved

Yo tuve un amor
Dulce amor mio que el tiempo disipo
Vino cual pajaro formo su nido que luego abandono
Lo llora el corazon su tristeza
Quien osa consolar?
Heridas tan grandes como esa
Nadie las puede curar.

Maria Luisa Sotelo-Regil Colome

phantomsavage:

I’m a shadow.  I’m a ghost.  I’m a spook.  I’m this great big nobody, a negative space in the world.  My body is a black hole, sucking in time and space and fun and creativity and usefulness.  I’m just a lack.

I’m a dead man walking, jumping around with a bullet in my head and a knife in my back.  I’m already dead.  Laughing empty replies into the darkness, on the edge of the city of forever.

I’m a phantom, transparent, taking on the consistency and form of anything around me, haunting the places I once knew, inhabited, loved.  I loved them.  I loved you.  I loved all of you.

I’m a savage, ripping everything apart like flesh and blood and bone and stone and water and air and everything in between, hellbent on self-destruction and the mutilation of everything I’ve ever hoped for.  I tear into my own soul and I shred it with claws of despair and apathy.

I’m a person, and idea, a statistic, a number.  One in seven billion.  Just another lonely face passing by on a train to nowhere and yesterday.

That’s me.  I’m a phantom savage.