pastichepastiche

How sweet time feels when it’s too late and you don’t have to follow her swinging hips all the way into your dying imagination

Isn’t life a series of images that change as they repeat themselves?

It’s lovely to know that the world can’t interfere with the inside of your head.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

you know it was very good it was better than anything it was like something we could pick up hold look at and then laugh about. we were on the moon we were in the god damned moon, we had it we were in the garden we were in the endless pit never such a place as that it was deep and it was light and it was high it got so near to insanity we laughed so hard your laughter and mine I remember when your eyes said love loudly now as these walls so quietly shift.