it is as familiar as a sister. She fills the bathtub, unravels my clothing into a heap on the floor. She sits on the toilet, painting her toenails, singing my favorite songs, while I soak. She has the most beautiful voice. The phone rings and rings and I let it just lay there screaming for… Read More When Sadness Comes
Pain is truth; all else is subject to doubt. – J.M. Coetzee augh. must all growth, empathy, enlightenment, connection come through suffering? probably.
But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands. – Daphne du Maurier
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I remember your collarbone, forming the tiniest satellite dish in the universe, your smile as the place where parallel lines inevitably crossed. I remember your eyes: fifty attack dogs on a single leash, how I once held the soft audience of your hand. I’ve been ignored by prettier women than you, but none who carried… Read More Letter to the Woman Who Stopped Writing Me Back
Spend your money on the things money can buy. Spend your time on the things money can’t buy. – Haruki Murakami
You do not have to know anything, just that I love you. But I have to know if I have your soul. I’m thinking, even now, in these conditions I’m thinking of you. Did you know that if I stop thinking about you, you die instantly? But fear not, I shall never cease to think… Read More from “A Private Affair”