laura palmer

Is this my lover then? This death, this death?

Before I sat on the tiny hill We used to skip Hold hands Talk about what we saw He told me what to see But I didn't see it

My life is whatever the other person in the room wants it to be. Therefore, when I am alone, my life is nothing.

What I sometimes mistake for ecstasy is simply the absence of grief.

I want. That's my problem. I want and I want and I want.

I'll become a professional at not feeling anything.

Something make my chest stir, something make my head blur. I'm not ready for a handshake with death, I'm just such a happy mess.

Darkness in sex is okay, as long as it is strange, mysterious darkness, and not the darkness of hell or nightmares or dying.

Losing all feeling, I couldn't get away Counting and breathing, disappearing in the fade

Sex that grows darker and darker - becomes an act of vengeance, rather than love.

How can one day be so unbelievably precious, and another a nightmare... a dark dream that makes me dream of dying... right this very minute.

A fairy princess who thinks she has been rescued from the tower, but finds that the man who takes her away is not there to save her.......I hope that is not a bad thing to think.

It makes me sick how every time I do something good I always end up - pardon the pun - getting fucked.

I am lost. Lost. But a stronger, more manipulating Laura is rearing her head, and opening herself to threats and games played only in the dark.

Enclosed please find my mind and its memory. As well, a characteristic the enemy lack in excess - conscience.

Fast asleep. Their eyes moving quickly under their lids. Seeing nothing.

He first started to play with me. We would chase each other through the woods, and he would always find me... but I could never find him.

I wanted the tree to watch me, memorize the face of the new little girl who came to lie down. The old one is gone.

I'll probably be a gift to Satan if I am not careful. Sometimes when I have to see BOB, I think I am with Satan anyway, and that I'll never make it out of the woods in time to be Laura, good and true and pure, ever again.

The animal frozen solid in front of his shotgun barrel, begging to fill that space on his wall.