suspended in gaffa

(…) always you will mourn something you left behind, even though you can’t say what it was, and eventually you will return to seek it.

“And I don’t want a correct answer as much as I want a correct question.”

“Her ancient gestures, her perfume, the infinite intimacy of her rage,”

“That’s when I want you— you knower of my emptiness, you unspeaking partner to my sorrow— that’s when I need you,”

“You might call it a crime of the flesh, but the flesh is long fallen away and I’m not sure what hurt may linger in the bones.”

“An unarticulated crush is very different from an unrequited one, because at least with an unrequited crush you know what the hell you’re doing, even if the other person isn’t doing it back. An unarticulated crush is harder to grapple with, because it’s a crush that you haven’t even admitted to yourself. The romantic forces are all there – you want to see him, you always notice him, you treat every word from him as if it weighs more than anyone else’s. But you don’t know why. You don’t know that you’re doing it. You’d follow him to the end of the earth without ever admitting that your feet were moving.”

“There is rust in my mouth, the stain of an old kiss.”