what i give, what you give, what we receive from each other, not because it is a transaction, but because we have love
Category: shorter pieces
dissociation
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?
tenderness, #2
and all of this is okay. maybe i’ll love you, maybe i’ll cry; maybe i’ll gain something and maybe nothing at the same time. we agree on one thing: it is what it is
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
resurrection
— let me bare my heart to you, and i want you to hold your breath —
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
at the polls
i wonder what is more revealing of a person’s nature — their vote or reasons for
lampshades
it must be nice to have dreams. you think you want something. pray you get it, and then it’s in your hands. but does it look the same? does the lamp appear a little funny? is this what you wanted?
are you happy now?
baby g’s diary 