“These days so many claim the title artist. To me, a creative soul is an artist no matter the profession. With me? When it comes to creativity there's no show. I love art, I love literature, poetry, paintings. There's no show there. I passionately, devotedly, wholly and completely LOVE being creative.” War StoriesAddictariumAddiction MemoirsHeroin MemoirsNicole DAuthor Nicole Dsettemi Book:Addictarium Source: Addictarium
“Why would anybody want a jagged piece to fit into the puzzle we call existance? A jagged piece, broken as it may be, will always stand out. There is no place for the broken pieces.” War StoriesAddictariumNicole DAuthor Nicole DsettemiQuotes Nicole Dsettemi Author:Nicole D'Settēmi
“My entire life I watched people allow the world to shape them, to dictate their choices, to mold them into the clay globe that is earth. To be part of, to fit in. I watched their interior and exterior layers be thinned out by society. But me? I'm like an open wound, instead. I'm the thing you can't bandage. I'm that ugly scar that isn't going away. I'm a reminder of pain, of truth, of brutality. Nobody likes brutality. Nobody likes harsh truths. And, you know what? I'm fucking okay with that.” War StoriesAddictariumAddiction MemoirsHeroin MemoirsNicole DAuthor Nicole DsettemiPoet Nicole Dsettemi Author:Nicole D'Settēmi
“Stockholm Syndrome. […] It was a sort of desperate blind love. And loyalty. Loyalty and love geared towards the abuser. It’s a response to fear, an admission within of defeat, I’d read. But I thought it to be more than that. It was the thrill of having something to submit to, become utterly powerless to. A sinister sort of seduction. You knew in your heart it would end badly, yet you just couldn’t stop yourself from giving [B.K1] in to that primal urge, the way prey finally accepts its fate, take me, it says, as the [B.K2] predator sinks its teeth in.” ChroniclesWar StoriesNicole DsettemiAddictariumHeroin MemoirsNicole DAsylum Anarchy Book:Addictarium Source: Addictarium
“I don't desire a normal life. A proper societal existence never appealed to me. I want to make love to rage, I want to cultivate one's violence. I want to dance in fire, and scream through stormy torrential downpours. I like the term maniac. I think it's fitting. And, fun.” PoetryPoeticAddiction MemoirsLyric PoetNicole DAuthor Nicole Dsettemi Author:Nicole D'Settēmi