bride price.

you were almost like a haiku: said so little, but meant so much.

holding anger is a poison. it eats you from inside. we think that by hating someone we hurt them. but hatred is a curved blade and the harm we do to others, we also do to ourselves.

most witches don’t believe in gods. they know that the gods exist, of course. they even deal with them occasionally. but they don’t believe in them. they know them too well. it would be like believing in the postman.

i’ll understand your sadness because i live inside my own.

i am inside someone who hates me.

you are a glass that i have paid to shatter and i swallow the pieces down with my spit.

you have to find the right distance between people. too close, and they overwhelm you, too far and they abandon you.

but i don’t want comfort. i want poetry. i want danger. i want freedom. i want goodness. i want sin.

a little nonsense now and then, is cherished by the wisest men.

if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.

i think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. you need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.

you make me nostalgic for a love that hasn’t even happened yet.

i suppose it is good for the soul to be hurt and perplexed perpetually. i know at least that i miss you damnably: that is a good fixed star.

travel makes one modest. you see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.

travel far enough, you meet yourself.

you are not accidental. the world needs you. without you, something will be missing in existence and nobody can replace it.

you tried to change didn’t you? 
closed your mouth more tried to be softer
 prettier 
less volatile, less awake but even when sleeping you could feel him travelling away from you in his dreams so what did you want to do, love split his head open? 
you can’t make homes out of human beings someone should have already told you that and if he wants to leave then let him leave you are terrifying and strange and beautiful something not everyone knows how to love.