No worries girl. Maybe in another life. Maybe next week. God only knows. Love you.

It is a good thing to be a great sinner. Or should human beings allow Christ to have died on the Cross for the sake of our petty lies and our paltry whorings.

People work much in order to secure the future; I gave my mind much work and trouble, trying to secure the past.

Truth is for tailors and shoemakers. … I, on the contrary, have always held that the Lord has a penchant for masquerades.

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The extinction of the human race.

– Southern euphemism

Let All Live As One

I know it’s a stretch but sing it.

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Dear Emmy Lynn, as the moon lingers a moment over the Bridgers, before its descent into the invisible, my mind is filled with song. I find I am humming softly; not to the music, but something else; some place else; a place remembered; a field of grass where no one seemed to have been; except a deer; and the memory is strengthened by the feeling of you, dancing in my awkward arms.

This is tearing me apart.

They all represent you and your projection on to me. And you want me to deny that.

You’re living a lie.

Breathing in, I know that anger is here.
        Breathing out, I know that the anger is in me.
        Breathing in, I know that anger is unpleasant.
        Breathing out, I know this feeling will pass.
        Breathing in, I am calm.
        Breathing out, I am strong enough to take care of this
            anger.

There are always difficulties.

We should never simply write ourselves off as a confluence of various forces. It’s always our decision who we are.

I am tired of Earth. These people. I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives. – Dr. Manhattan

What?

No, but do I sound like I do?

I hate losing more than I love to win.

I cannot say it will weigh very heavily on my conscious.

What is an hour?

I want you to know
one thing. 

You know how this is: 
if I look 
at the crystal moon, at the red branch 
of the slow autumn at my window, 
if I touch 
near the fire 
the impalpable ash 
or the wrinkled body of the log, 
everything carries me to you, 
as if everything that exists, 
aromas, light, metals, 
were little boats 
that sail 
toward those isles of yours that wait for me. 

Well, now, 
if little by little you stop loving me 
I shall stop loving you little by little. 

If suddenly 
you forget me 
do not look for me, 
for I shall already have forgotten you. 

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.