bali is a place where a stranger will hug you at the club — a stranger whose eyes you will recognise again on the street the next day — but there’s nothing reflected in them because they don’t remember you at all and i think that’s a profoundly cruel thing — wouldn’t you rather sleep in the arms of someone who actually likes you?
Category: personal
tenderness, #3 / eden, #2
looking back and extending his hand he says
come here now, let’s admire the flowers together
come here now, i’ll hold you close
invidia
when all the comparisons are concluded and self-loathing exhausted, i pray we still have each other to love and to hold
becoming, #5 (good days)
the curiosity of the soul, the unfolding of the heart, the misery of the mind, the absurd promise of death, the irrepressible desire to live — all of it so little, and yet so much
affirmations, #8 (minuscular)
i accept this little life, because it is all i have
inevitability
(everyone around me is getting engaged or married. i might as well indulge myself a little too. and speak it to the universe to MANIFEST !!!)
i want a proposal that arrives quietly. nothing fancy. merely inevitable — like an embrace after a long gaze. somewhere seemingly ordinary when we’re in the midst of mundanity. no one else to watch, nothing else to do, nowhere else to see, no time else to be — just quietly in each other’s company.
tenderness
all of it was tender… and i am grateful
slchld – bayou
shame
the incessant fear of being perceived… how pathetic, how meaningless
excerpts, #16 (the weakness of man)
he was a little vulnerable, like a boy seeking a mother’s love
cycles, #2
the good comes in waves, the bad all at once
baby g’s diary 