/waur

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

Maybe I’m not so good as I seem to you. I’ve a bad heart; I will have my own way.

Human beings are such knotted, desperate pieces of work- it’s a rare thing to know one completely, to the core, and still love him.

For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.

One day I will tell you what I’ve been. It will scare you.

You know so much about me and yet you don’t understand me. To know is not to understand. We could know everything and still not understand anything.

She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderess, a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares nothing for rules or customs. ‘Time’ for her isn’t something to fight against. Her life flows clean, with passion, like fresh water.

I didn’t say I liked it. I said it fascinated me. There is a great difference.

She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.

I want to be inside your darkest everything.

You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.

The way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers and rainbows and insects and planets, magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew.