It takes courage to stay delicate
in a world this cruel.
Thats not a bad word, hate and war are bad words, f*ck isnt.
It’s so strange how life works: You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it’s taking forever to come. Then it happens and it’s over and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before things changed.
Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to f*ck is infinite; it surpasses our own deaths, our fears, our hopes for peace.
As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler; solitude will not be solitude, poverty will not be poverty, nor weakness weakness.
Despair is a narcotic. It lulls the mind into indifference.
You’ll know her more by your questions than by her answers. Keep looking at her long enough. One day you might see someone you know.
You are, after all, what you think. Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions.