| Love plows through me like a dozer,
I've got more give than a bale of hay,
and there's always a big mess left over.
I'm developing my sense of humor,
till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth,
till I can laugh at my face beneath your feet.
Jenny Owen Youngs "Fuck Was I" |
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| I put this phrase into google and got back:
...London"
...this month to fly by"
...a home"
...a set of new hips" (Favorite.)
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| It's time to decide:
unconditional devotion or unyielding pride?
Sliding back and forth between the two is driving me bonkers. You could save me from this decision if you'd just love me back.
I guess that's a lot to ask of someone, but I've never liked making decisions. |
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| "I know. I know that I shall never again meet anything or anybody who will inspire me with passion. You know, it's quite a job starting to love somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment, in the very beginning, when you have to jump across a precipice: if you think about it you don't do it. I know I'll never jump again."
Nausea, Sartre
I should start reading again. |
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| There have been points in my life where certain people were worried I was at risk for self-harm or suicide attempts. I want to make something very clear:
I do not intend to leave this world until I have left a giant intellectual shit stain on the carpet of creative thought. I have a purpose and it will be fulfilled. This clusterfuck that is my life is NOT going to have been for nothing.
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