Quotes added on Monday, August 8 2016
and here i am drink bubble tea listening to Lana and
Melanie crying about you đŸ˜
we have to get used to the idea that no one cares as much
as us, because guess what, they don't. succeed, fail, whatever,
no one is going to give you a pat on the back for spending all
hours of the day studying or researching, or giving up everything
to write. so we've got to just do it for ourselves.
“
I
finally figured out that I’m solitary by nature, but at the
same time I know so many people; so many people think they own a
piece of me. They shift and move under my skin, like a parade of
memories that simply won’t go away. It doesn’t matter
where I am, or how alone—I always have such a crowded
head.—Charles de Lint
”
Even in its darkest passages, the heart is unconquerable. It is important that the body survives, but it is more meaningful that the human spirit prevails.
I drunk dial
God sometimes.
Say I still love Him when
He knows it’s just a lie ‘cause
I moved religions when you
baptized me that one night when I
dove between your thighs.
So I’ve been worshiping your knees
before I was born.
Been sinning on purpose
just so you could have
an excuse to forgive me.
On Sundays I am practicing my faith
by tucking your hair behind your ear.
Reciting prayers with my
tongue inside your cheek.
On Mondays I go to church,
I am lighting you candles,
I am kissing your feet. Will it be enough
for you to show that you exist?
That we were real?
Here are my hips,
it is my offering, take it.
Have mercy. I am weak
for you.
Oh, god, come back,
come back to me, please.
I have never believed in anything
as much as I believed in us.
No miracle now
can save me.
Will you take me in?
Are you there?
Are you listening?
Say I still love Him when
He knows it’s just a lie ‘cause
I moved religions when you
baptized me that one night when I
dove between your thighs.
So I’ve been worshiping your knees
before I was born.
Been sinning on purpose
just so you could have
an excuse to forgive me.
On Sundays I am practicing my faith
by tucking your hair behind your ear.
Reciting prayers with my
tongue inside your cheek.
On Mondays I go to church,
I am lighting you candles,
I am kissing your feet. Will it be enough
for you to show that you exist?
That we were real?
Here are my hips,
it is my offering, take it.
Have mercy. I am weak
for you.
Oh, god, come back,
come back to me, please.
I have never believed in anything
as much as I believed in us.
No miracle now
can save me.
Will you take me in?
Are you there?
Are you listening?
— DRUNK DIALING
GOD
I
have a need of silence and of stars;
Too much is said too loudly; I am dazed.
The silken sound of whirled infinity
Is lost in voices shouting to be heard.
I once knew men as earnest and less shrill.
An undermeaning that I caught I miss
Among these ears that hear all sounds save silence,
These eyes that see so much but not the sky,
These minds that gain all knowledge but no calm.
If suddenly the desperate music ceased,
Could they return to life? or would they stand
In dancers' attitudes, puzzled, polite,
And striking vaguely hand on tired hand
For an encore, to fill the ghastly pause?
Too much is said too loudly; I am dazed.
The silken sound of whirled infinity
Is lost in voices shouting to be heard.
I once knew men as earnest and less shrill.
An undermeaning that I caught I miss
Among these ears that hear all sounds save silence,
These eyes that see so much but not the sky,
These minds that gain all knowledge but no calm.
If suddenly the desperate music ceased,
Could they return to life? or would they stand
In dancers' attitudes, puzzled, polite,
And striking vaguely hand on tired hand
For an encore, to fill the ghastly pause?
we only expect bad things to happen because bad things did
happen
