“The same chemicals were used in the cooking as were used on the composition of her own being: only those which caused the most violent reaction, contradiction, and teasing, the refusal to answer questions but the love of putting them, and all the strong spices of human relationship which bore a relation to black pepper, paprika, soybean sauce, ketchup and red peppers.” ― Anaïs Nin







i am a paradox

she’s a paradox. she want to be happy, but she think of things that make her sad. she’s lazy, yet she’s ambitious. she doesn’t like herself, but she also loves who she is. she says she doesn’t care, but she really does. she craves attention, but rejects it when it comes her way. she’s a conflicted contradiction. she can’t figure herself out, there’s no way anyone else has.