Getting kissed by a needle and bleeding every time. The art of writing. — Needa Muy Art Copy Share Image
I am always trying to stick my emotions into people and things with no emotion. — Needa Muy Emotion Copy Share Image
Suddenly I no longer knew the difference between hot and cold, ache or numbness, all or nothingness. — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
There is nothing inspiring about this at all. Truthfully, not everything sad is art and sometimes sad shit is really all that… — Needa Muy Art Copy Share Image
I'm exhausted from the nonexistent bullshit my mind makes up. To suffer from imagination rather than from reality has got to be… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
The world goes to sleep when it's a cold winter. All except those writers in which it naturally rains inside of them… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
Back pushed against the wall. Hearts shattered like broken glass. The rain's dropping harder than ever like the mood(s) of Sylvia Plath. — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
My weaknesses are also my strengths. Youd find it funny how I'm complacent with pain. The type who'd fall down seven times,… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
There are some dried flowers found in between the pages of your books.. you've done a lot of saving, haven't you? — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
There's this indescribable ache that swarms beneath my skin on random days and I am always saying 'fuck off' but it never… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
I will be moving to London to reinvent my whole identity the way Alice (Jane Jones) did in the movie, Closer. — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
I am at the point of my life where I am realizing that I cannot write about the same shit forever. I… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
When writing, we can be one step away from recovering as well as being one step away from relapsing. That's the most… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
I cannot pretend to drown myself in nothingness when in reality I feel every single fucking thing in my soul. Sure I… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
My lack of interest with human beings shouldn't be considered a sign of weakness or disability for them to assume that I… — Needa Muy Madness Copy Share Image
Once I enter the realm of depression or when I am at my happiest, those are the moments of realization when I… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
Every emotion started to feel the same. Everything started to be the same. Whenever I felt anything.. I was always either too… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
The night echoes into my hollow lungs in a way that the morning and afternoon sun would never understand or be able… — Needa Muy Afternoon sun Copy Share Image
She was the black rose. She was the lightning storm. She was one who couldn't grow. She was the one with thorns.… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
I met him. Him; him who in the midst of my terrible sorrow, fell in love with my madness. Him who was… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
Very often I'm told that my heart's cold. That I'm the type to let my eyes speak what my mouth won't. That… — Needa Muy Cynical Copy Share Image
It is the most annoyingly painful feeling in the world when there is someone willing to write until their fingers have ached… — Needa Muy Poetry Copy Share Image
Realistic writing kept me stable. It kept my mind less clustered by resting my soul; pouring it onto a blank canvas. I… — Needa Muy Blank canvas Copy Share Image
I started hating you for everything that made me love you. I hated how lowkey, hollow, and discreet you were. I hated… — Needa Muy Dancing with the devil Copy Share Image
He traded in what he thought he had no control over for someone who he knew how to manipulate. — Needa Muy Breakup Copy Share Image
I live this demented life where black clouds sit comfy above my head, it's so eternal. It's home. — Needa Muy Black clouds Copy Share Image
I spent years of being a ghost / Unsure of where home is anymore / I tell them I feel nothing /… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
