Marya Hornbacher
Marya Hornbacher
Marya Justine Hornbacheris an American author and freelance journalist...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth4 April 1974
CountryUnited States of America
grew crawling edges
I grew into it. It grew into me. It and I blurred at the edges, became one amorphous, seeping, crawling thing.
falling-in-love happens seems
Falling in love happens so suddenly that it seems, all at once, that you have always been in love.
lonely reality brain
My brain sometimes departs from the agreed-upon reality, and my private reality is a very lonely place. But in the end, I'm not sure I wish I'd never gone there.
morning heart kitchen
You wake up one morning and there it is, sitting in an old plaid bathrobe in your kitchen, unpleasant and unshaved. You look at it, heart sinking. Madness is a rotten guest.
years hyper time-of-my-life
I get absolutely shitfaced. I am shitfaced and hyper and ten years old. I am having the time of my life.
sleep long madness
The madness is there, and will always be there. But it will keep sleeping, as long as I don't wake it up.
hatred indifference
Hatred is so much closer to love than indifference.
skins wish kind
I wish I could find words to explain what this kind of cold is like- the cold that has somehow gotten in underneath your skin and is getting colder and colder inside you.
silence speak lifetime
After a lifetime of silence, it is difficult then to speak.
character brain body
Somewhere in the back of my brain there exists this certainty: The body is no more than a costume, and can be changed at will. That the changing of bodies, like costumes, would make me into a different character, a character who might, finally, be alright.
dark reflection examination
I am often drawn to what appear at first to be 'dark' or 'difficult' subjects, but which, upon further examination, are always and only reflections of the ways human beings attempt, however clumsily, badly, or well, to connect with others.
feel-better psychosis dating
Were I to put myself on... one of those online dating things, I would not include in my profile that I'm regularly hospitalized for psychosis. But I do know that when I get really bad, there is a place for me to go where I will feel better.
together dolls done
There is never a sudden revelation, a complete and tidy explanation for why it happened, or why it ends, or why or who you are. You want one and I want one, but there isn't one. It comes in bits and pieces, and you stitch them together wherever they fit, and when you are done you hold yourself up, and still there are holes and you are a rag doll, invented, imperfect. And yet you are all that you have, so you must be enough. There is no other way.
absence
I began to measure things in absence instead of presence.