I want to go with the one I love.
I do not want to calculate the cost.
I do not want to think about whether it's good.
I do not want to know whether he loves me.
I want to go with whom I love.
- Bertolt Brecht

Watching him sleep, it feels like there isn't enough room in my chest for my heart.
And all it contains.

After dinner at McDonalds, I went to the bus station, and an old man sitting on the bench started talking to me. First he asked about my lip piercing, then he told me he was gay, wondering if that was okay with me. I assured him that it was perfectly okay. He asked if I liked animals, and when I told him about my cats he decided that I was a ( Read more... )

"She decides to make a list of the things that make her happy. She writes 'plum-blossom' at the top of a piece of paper. Then she stares at the paper, unable to think of anything else. Eventually it begins to get dark."

And I wonder
When will I learn?
When will I learn?

Not anytime soon, apparently.

Please stop making me feel like I want to run away and never come back.

Kestrel is my new hero.

"I don't want to make it sound as though I don't have any friends, that I never talk to anyone - but sometimes it feels like that all the same. I always seem to be standing on the outside of a friendship, of conversations, never really engaged. Even last night, before I found Teresa sleeping in the doorway. I was out with a bunch of people. I was ( Read more... )

I never ever have anything good or nice or intelligent or just me to write here anymore.
But what I really want to say is that there are some things in life you just can't say no to.
You are one of those things.
I want you to know that you never have to be aloneBut I'll probably never tell you that ( Read more... )

"I do think you're listening to me, from somewhere. I mean, I've seen too much over the years to believe that it starts and ends with bodies. There's something around before bodies start, something around after they rot ( Read more... )

"What's the name of the word for the precise moment when you realize that you've actually forgotten how it felt to make love to somebody you really liked a long time ago?"
"There isn't one."
"Oh. I thought maybe there was."

i never thought i could watch someone come apart from the insides to outsides
but every day i see strings fall loose
& every day i see hope lost-
with all this complicated i can't even get pass the thought of thinking
& wondering whether help or understanding rings truer
& i don't know how to do anything anymore for youbut i know that you should ( Read more... )