I stopped thinking, dreaming, and so I stopped wandering the strange places in my heart. My thoughts had become linear. With that, I had nothing to write, except that I had felt frustrated in being unable to do so.
People often feel the same way you do. There’s this idea here too: The people you hate, hate you. The people you love, love you too. Such is a strange state. People feel the way they treat you.
S: Women are a delusion
R: Yes, but men are always embracing one delusion are other.
Q: In what month do girls talk the least?
A: In February, because it's the shortest month,
Q: What is more tempting than a beautiful girl to behold?
A: A girl to be held, of course
You can write anything you think. There’s freedom in that isn’t there? That, anything brought to words in our head can as easily be placed onto a small note card, and that for the rest of our lives that note card can go wherever we go. We don’t have to be beautiful, or pretty, or tall and strong to touch a single heart. We have to be human. And here I was trying to be...
Did you ever tell yourself not to love someone because loving them would only get in the way when you were around them? It’s a lot like being in a club full of strippers, and telling yourself not to look at the women, because it might get in the way of drinking your martini. It’s a lot like outlining her shape, and not coming to the conclusion that she’s beautiful. Because...
This is easy. We, have it easy. What you take breaks at the seem. We have it easy not from what we keep. How little it must feel to stay rich and how we thought not caring meant ungiving but for no reason really. We wanted “We don’t care” We wanted Everything under our palm an endless sun we wanted everyone else to be alright so our finger’s would not twitch at...
I have undertaken a labor, a labor out of love for the world and to comfort...– Gottfried Von Strassburg (author of Tristan Und Isolt)
He who is certain he knows the ending of things when he is only beginning them...– Tad Williams