i’m beginning to suspect that i swallowed a rollercoaster and it is lodged between my heart and my stuff. am i too big or too small or too much or too little? i have always known that i would die for love
i feel oddly happy. to enjoy the present as if i had never lived and would tomorrow be dead, instead of 'jam tomorrow, jam yesterday, never jam today'. the secret of peace: a devout worship of the moment
the gods act as they act for what purpose we do not know, but this we do understand: the world could not be made without the swirl and whirlwind of our deepest attention and our cherishing
but right now these moments are not stories. this is happening. i am here and i am looking at her. and she is so beautiful. i can see it. this one moment when you know you're not a sad story
the brief relief of seeing other people when i leave my room turns into a desperate need to be alone, and then being alone turns into a terrible fear that i will have no friends, i will be alone in this world and in my life
you’ve already been the hunger at the heart of me, red—my teeth, my claws, my poisoned apple. under the spreading chestnut tree, i made you and you made me
when i look back on my adolescence so far, my memories consist primarily of events that never took place, stories imagined from the music and movies and books i've pored over...hopes i've had that never quite panned out but which are as vivid in my mind as any real experience
you told me about your past thinking your future was me and i know it's long gone and there was nothing else i could do and i forget about you long enough to forget why i needed to,