exiled on earth

“Unbody me–I’m tired–and get me home.”

“Che cosa buffa è la vita, questo misterioso espediente della logica spietata per ottenere un futile scopo. Il massimo che ci si possa attendere da essa è una certa conoscenza di se stessi, che arriva troppo tardi, una messe di inestinguibili rimpianti.”

“Goodnight and great love to you. We see the same stars.”

“È giusto lasciare dei morti a vegliare una tomba, perché i vivi se ne stancano presto.”

full offense but a lot of caseworkers, teachers, social workers, who work with the at-risk youth brag of their ability to maintain their tenderness while working with “victims of tragedies” and “the worst humanity has to offer” (really) without thinking about how dehumanizing it is.

“And me, with my wounds, with my violent blood, with my painful and untranslatable experiences,”

“It’s a hell of a responsibility to be yourself. It’s much easier to be somebody else or nobody at all.”

“Du musst Rippen brechen um mein Herz zu berühren”