domingo, 12 de diciembre de 2010

Nostalgia Plateada

Extraño esas hojas plateadas...


It was raw and bright. I was mesmerized by how my skin was changing color. I closed my eyes and imagined the cells pulling together to form a tight pink barrier. I felt like I could leave the world by diving into this wound. –Abby Sher, “Cutting Made Me Forget My Eating Disorder”

I was forever staring at the tender blue veins along the inside of my wrists, fragile twigs trapped under ice. –Maud Casey, “A Better Place to Live”

Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse. –Manic Street Preachers, “4 Stone 7lb”

Scars are souvenirs you never lose. –Goo Goo Dolls, “Name”



She cuts herself. Never too deep, never enough to die. But enough to feel the pain. Enough to feel the scream inside.