emotions scrapbook (returned)

December is darkest. In June, there's the light. But this empty bedroom won't make anything right.

As the great mathematician Albert Einstein once said, “The definition of insanity is available inside this cave. Come inside this cave. Come inside this cave and the definition will be told to you, it is so nice inside this cave.”

Why should I debase my pain with more words?

If men deride you because of me, it comforts me at least that they certainly mock me too because of me, since when it comes to you I have always shown myself to be more than sincere, and always will.

I cannot say that I have gone to hell for your love, but often found myself there in your pursuit.

You say I can find someone else but I just wish I was dead.

Lousy Lane traverses the Grim River, a body of water that is nine-tenths mud and that contains extremely unnerving fish, and it encircles a horseradish factory, so the entire area smells bitter and strong.

Gay songwriters in general write character songs because they’re not really in a position to have mainstream success writing in detail about their own lives.

I can't find a reason to let go. Even though you've found a new love, and she's what your dreams are made of.

His name was Ardbert, and he was my friend.

But we’ve always been on the same wavelength. I understood you the first time. I can’t give you what you need. And now I have to re-hang a bunch of posters. The thing is, for a guy who knows he’s not getting what he needs, you sure don’t seem to know what you want.

You could just tell me things instead of insinuating them.

You mean you’ll forgive me completely for saving your life if I completely forgive you for saving mine?

In his tent, Achilles
grieved with his whole being
and the gods saw
he was a man already dead, a victim
of the part that loved,
the part that was mortal.

You can die for it – an idea, or the world. People have done so, brilliantly, letting their small bodies be bound to the stake, creating an unforgettable fury of light.

I want to fall asleep with you and nothing further. No, also: to burrow my head into your left shoulder – and nothing further. No, also: to know even in the deepest sleep that it is you. And also: to hear how your heart resounds. And – to kiss your heart.

He wonders what he’d do for another few minutes of barely restrained intimacy.

A fail-safe was built within its core. A doomsday device that, should certain events occur or cease occurring, would detonate. I shared knowledge of this “flaw” within weeks of its inception. Personally, I embraced it because, again, it made us perfect.

Toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart, baby, bang it up inside.

I will do whatever you tell me to do… Love me, please; I love you. I can bear to be your friend. So ask of me anything… But never be “tolerant,” or “kind.”

What do you think you’re doing going outside alone?! And at night! Are you stupid or what?!
How… how’d you know I left? Smiling’s supposed to put people’s guards down, right?
So you ARE stupid! Let me spell it out for you! That’s not a trick you pull on your friends!
We’re… friends?

But love is transformative. To enter into that dialogue by expressing a true word – by acting love – is to also be transformed, to change, to become more fully human.

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh, it kills! Because I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up.

I, more than anyone, know that not all outsiders are bad. Most outsiders are. Aaaargh. Outsiders. But some outsiders are great! The best! My favorite. And these outsiders know about that outsider.

I decided I would collect only dead lichen. I knew that lichen was not of my species and certainly did not bury their dead; therefore the dead lichen must be everywhere in the forest, among the living, among the very old lichen, and among the young lichen, and I would find them.

Into the earth I sank, till I did lie full six feet under ground – there is no weight that can follow here, however great.

The somehow deficient are thought to have a special pipeline to the mystical, the faint smell of the occult, a large ear on the God-horn.

Oak bark, spider silk, ground moss, saltweed – grip close, bind tight, hold fast, close up, bar the door, lock the gate, stiffen the blood-wall, dry the gore-flood.

Laika was quiet and charming… I wanted to do something nice for her. She had so little time left to live.

You've only got a matter of time. Yes, we've all got seeds to sow, not everyone's got lambs to slaughter!