hate contains truth. beauty is a facade.
Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a BitBut thoughts don't care about truth and shit. They sit up in your mind and fuck with you whenever.
Pryor Convictions: and Other Life SentencesIf they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth.
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath