“It’s called ravish me red. It suits my porcelain complexion don’t you think?”
I’m Madison Montgomery. I make seven million dollars a picture. I have two Teen Choice Awards. My mother put me to work ever since I could talk. I hated it. The last time I saw her, she snorted half my coke and then let the cops bust me for it. I am a millennial. Generation Y; born between the birth of AIDS and 9/11, give or take. They call us the global generation. We are known for our entitlement and narcissism. But it seems our one defining trait is a numbness to the world. An indifference to suffering. And that’s the rub of all this, isn’t it? I can’t feel shit. I can’t feel anything. We think that pain is the worst feeling. It isn’t. How could anything be worse than this eternal silence inside of me. I used to not eat for days, or eat like crazy then stick my fingers down my throat. Now no matter how much I binge I can’t fill this hole inside me. I can’t take it anymore. I think I’m going batshit.
Lily Rabe attends the 2013 Vanity Fair Oscar Party at the Sunset Tower Hotel on February 24th 2013 in West Hollywood, California.
Because I thought - you know - I have to, you still have to be brave and take these wild chances, and even if I fail miserably, at least I’ve tried it!
-Jessica Lange talking about singing on American Horror Story: Asylum [x]