Oh, I sing all day and I love you through the night Oh, I sing all day and I love you through the night Oh, I sing all day and I love you through the night Oh, I sing all day and I love you through the night
I like believing that I can communicate with the Earth. I like knowing that I can find god anywhere, it's like having a friend.
this is what happens when they tell you to hold your tongue. you get used to how it feels to have a blade in your mouth.
I felt as if the sky was torn off my life. I had no home in goodness anymore.
haven’t you ever seen a scary movie? this is the one where the monster is grief.
I only have you. Take care of yourself for me. I take care of myself for you.
Now my heart will be blacker than your eyes when I’m through with you
WHEN YOU'RE AT THE BOTTOM, AT LEAST YOU KNOW WHICH WAY IS UP.
Body, from the very first moment have we been each other’s prisoners?
I can't run, I can't hide, but you can't say I didn't try To retreat back into me like a catabolic seed I want to destroy everything that's mine
I don’t need the complications I’m just in it for the beating It’s almost a point of pride They say that it doesn’t happen that often Pure sadism Pure sadism Pure sadism Pure sadism
NEVER IN THE WHOLE OF YOUR FUCKING LIFE DID YOU EVER KNOW ME
The place on the floor where my body decayed left a stain on your memory. That's the signature of my love for you. You can't forget me without losing yourself. I'll never die.
Leave the daylight behind. Become one with the un-dead.
Embrace your shyness! Cry in public! Have big feelings! Be a mess!
The moments of love were an illusion. There is something wrong with you, and with everyone else.
Is it really possible to see your own ghost? THE ANSWER SEEMS TO BE YES
A deep voice shouted at me: This grave isn't your grave. So I apologized.
If I could have done it all again, I would have loved you better. But I could not have loved you more.
People sometimes say that sorrow is mental but longing is physical. One is a wound, the other an amputated limb, a withered petal compared to a snapped stem.
Unrequited love may be painful, but it is safely painful, because it does not involve inflicting damage on anyone but oneself, a private pain that is as bitter-sweet as it is self-induced.
And I fixed you up When you were still a common sparrow But look who's on the shoulder now When the road goes narrow
Did I go at it wrong? Did I go intentionally to destroy me?
Sit in the backyard in my pharmacy slippers At least I'm not on the roof anymore In a year or so, I hope nobody remembers This, this run of episodes of my time on the floor