Virginia Petrucci Quotes
It's my choice to be beautiful. It's my choice to be ugly. And it's my choice to decided what those words actually mean.
Cut lose your ties with expectation. Your dreams are charlatans, your memories, stalemating quarks. Listen only to the pull of your atoms and follow the discordant hum of your personal entropy.
I like my thingshurried and haunted. Night teadarktime. Sacred geometry, secret geometrypetal-flame whisper: I am here, and you aren't.
My mind: a thousand hungry daughters, my harlot heritage.Marbles: lost, no rescue search.Your heart: blooming thorns, and a stolen grocery cart.
You crawled inside myribs to die. Giant becomes squirrelbecomes a dirt-wet girlfeverishly alive.
