"we have now been accounted for
and it is written on our empty graves
that After everything still I stayed.
And I mean it.
I stayed. I stayed. I stayed."

"Uno dice que lo que tiene entre sus brazos es una mujer; pero si la contempla dormida advertirá que la criatura crece sin cesar: verá en el rostro amado, eternamente misterioso el perfecto e infalible florecimiento de las células, repitiendo hasta el infinito el promontorio de la nariz humana, una oreja copiada de una concha marina, cejas dibujadas con helechos, labios inventados por bivalvos durante su unión de sueño… ¿Y si la criatura humana fuese una ilusión? ¿Si, como dice la biología, cada célula de nuestro cuerpo es remplazada por otra cada siete años? En el mejor de los casos, tengo entre mis brazos una fuente de carne, un juego incesante; y mi mente es un arcoiris de polvo"

"I know you’re tired but come, this is the way."

"Tenía al mismo tiempo ganas de reírme a gritos, de putear a todo el mundo, y de irme."

"… the pang of tenderness remained, akin to the vibrating outline of verses you know you know but cannot recall."

"How do you control yourself when it all hurts so much? Even if you could make someone understand you, so what? You’re on your own, so on your own. How do you deal with winds that make your bones moan and nights that make you sweat and panic? The answer never seems to come. You just keep breathing until it fades."

"I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say, ‘Come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’"

"He who jumps into the void owes no explanation to those who stand and watch."



We all know that feeling, vending machine

#i am also full of snacks and darkness

"Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them—if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry."


Epitaph on a headstone in Laurel Hill Cemetery, Philadelphia

A horse walks into a bar. The bartender says “Why the long face?” The horse says “I’ve just realized I’m a metaphysical concept within a fictional narrative, and will cease to exist at the end of this sentence.”

(Source: dogfang, via selfimposedblindfoldedness)