Quotes added on Saturday, December 17 2016

I used to think the years would go by in order, that you get older one year at a time. But it’s not like that. It happens overnight.
Our lives can only be lived forward and understood backwards. Living a life and understanding it occupy different dimensions.




It was good for a while, being empty. I didn’t hurt anymore. But as time went on, it was like I could hear myself from far away, begging for permission to come back.



 


Human relationships were strange. I mean, you were with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stopped.

                                                      —Charles Bukowski

” 



And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center.


 
WhATEVER DOESN'T MAKE ME STRONGER,

KILLS

ME
Precious. That is what you are. Too good for this world, let me take away your scars. Precious. Just a precious little bun. Spitting out sorrys like it's your native tongue. Precious. I wish you didn't always have to tread so lightly, or live every moment of your full life so apologetically. You're just too precious, how'd you get so nice? Wish you had a least one mean bone in your body, or learnt how to tell lies. When we meet again I'll hold you so tight. Tell you meaningless words like "it'll be alright". Because you're just so precious, and I love you too much. You're an angel in human form, that's the only way to put it. I want to be your shield and protect you from everything that isn't nice. Tie a ribbon round your head, cover your eyes. Precious, too good for this world, that is what you are. 
Quit using all those big words, it's just you and I. Are you mad or angry? I'm sick of the long decorated sentences. Who are you trying to impress? Answer me with three syllables or less. Let's get to the point, I'm done with all these detours. Is it done, are we dusted? I need to know plain and simply. I think I've heard that word before, but I can count the times on one finger. I shouldn't be trying to recall what it means, stop putting up another boundary. My words have a rigid flow, I don't know where this is going. Let's use basic words that an eight year old would understand. "Do you still like-like me?" or should we just bury it in the sand. Okay, this isn't going anywhere, I forgot that I fell for a thesaurus. We're not lost in translation, we speak the same language. You are obviously a class way too high for a peasant like me. So okay, I'm done. I'll be the first one to leave.
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