"The painting depicts Ophelia, a character from Shakespeare's play Hamlet, singing while floating in a river just before she drowns. The scene is described in Act IV, Scene VII of the play in a speech by Queen Gertrude:

'There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come,
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paranoia is creeping in ( Read more... )

i am in a strange place today ( Read more... )

It frightens me how quickly 2 suicidal pain and rage I can go during an altercation w my mother ( Read more... )

i tried the bunny.
it didn't work.
not at all.
the color drained out too quickly and i was left with just soft newborn baby white...
it doesn't work for me today.
not today.
i am much less a newborn than a maiden or even crone.

I fear the ordinary people... The people who make the ordinary so dreadful, typecasted, banal, cliche and shallow... All sun, no contrast of shade ( Read more... )

I've been trapped both in the world of slave labor and derealization ( Read more... )

she is little inside of me ( Read more... )

U know ur beyond paranoid when a left vacuum cleaner is an object of mockery and judgement... When it utters not a sound but it speaks of ur failure. Sure u showered, dressed and fed 4 hungry, non compliant ladies... But didja vacuum ( Read more... )

i am off today.  off from the tangle and struggle of caring for those who cannot care for themselves.  i marvel at the irony. though i have fought my way back and even TOWARD and then back and toward again,  the incessant flitting from ups and downs, i still wonder, often, actually, how qualified i am to care for anyone - and this includes myself ( Read more... )