I inhabit the wax image of myself, a doll’s body. Sickness begins here; I am a dartboard for witches.
I ached all over for her; I leaned my head in her beautiful hair. Her little shoulders drove me mad; I hugged her and hugged her. And she loved it. ‘I love love,’ she said, closing her eyes. I promised her beautiful love. I gloated over her. Our stories were told; we subsided into silence and sweet anticipatory thoughts. It was as simple as that. You could have all your Peaches and Bettys and Marylous and Ritas and Camilles and Inezes in this world; this was my girl and my kind of girlsoul, and I told her that.
Humankind seems to have an enormous capacity for savagery, for brutality, for lack of empathy, for lack of compassion.
― Annie Lennox (via larmoyante)