good night & good luck

I, too, remember that feeling. You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost.

Why do you deny yourself heaven? Why do you consider yourself undeserving? Why are you afraid of love? You think it’s not possible for someone like you. But you are the love of my life. You are the love of my life. You are the love of my life.

I know that societies often have killed the people who have helped to change those societies. And if I can die having brought any light, having exposed any meaningful truth that will help to destroy the racist cancer that is malignant in the body of America—then, all of the credit is due to Allah. Only the mistakes have been mine.

Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.

When I love, I love: wholly, thoroughly, completely, drowning in everything. Every glance can be a conversation, eyes just playing and saying what needs to be said. Silence is loud, and the air becomes heavy. I want you. I want all of you.

I wish I was only as cruel as the first time I noticed I was cruel

Somewhere between “I love you” and “but” is mankind, a giant loneliness strolling through an even greater loneliness.

When someone tells you that you’re emotional, thank them. Thank them for recognizing the part in you that recognizes God.

the last person i had left to forgive was myself.

I am a threat. And full of grief even. In my joy.

i need someone who knows how to stay.

En Route to Bangladesh, Another Crisis of Faith

The writer’s greed is appalling. He wants, or seems to want, everything and practically everybody, in another sense, and at the same time, he needs no one at all.

I do not know what to throw away when nothing belongs to me.

Platonic love is vital, essential, and perhaps the one thing left in this wretched landscape that could save us all for a little bit longer than we deserve. I love my friends even when I don’t tell them enough. I have crawled from the wreckage of enough heartbreak to know who will still be standing when I emerge and who won’t, and I hold those still standing close to me.