Femme In Stem

Nothing says ‘mummy issues’ like a huge crush on Marisa Coulter.

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I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

the stars go waltzing out in blue and red, and arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed and sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

god topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said, but I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead; at least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

mad girl's love song by sylvia plath