Life could be better if I let me in
(What is to hold onto?)
But I force myself towards departing
Summertime …
Again the trees matured before I did. Yet my chlorofyll is greener than theirs.
Had some smoldering sushi with A today. I’m actually starting to really enjoy sushi, but never want wasabi where on should never have wasabi. Wait… whaat?
jag tyckte om tanken att jag kunde påverka ett rum där jag inte längre var närvarande.
—“Darling River”, Stridsberg
most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs /
setting fire to our insides for fun
Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping… waiting… and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir… open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us… guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love… the clarity of hatred… the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we’d be truly dead.
—Angel(us)
Drowning in our circumstantial self —
Blir fullständigt lyrisk över tanken att jag ska få uppleva henne i sommar—-
I have love to give, I just don’t know where to put it…
—Magnolia
Double-edged-sword
The point of the matter is: if I ever took away cream from your cake with the notion that “you could use less”, in the manner that you add some on mine with the notion “you could use some more”, you would have my fucking head off.
