remember that sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck.
the life in which im forever a child looking out my window at the night sky, thinking one day i'll touch the world with bare hands. even if it burns.
your desire and fear of desire annihilate one another.
you make your life hard by always being in your own head. life is simple, get out of your head and get in the moment.
in my dream, i built a funeral pyre. for myself, you understand. i thought i had suffered enough. i thought this was the end of my body - fire seemed the right end for hunger; they were the same.
i'm 24 years old and play this game with myself: buy myself something delicious for the weekend, blueberry muffins or flaky croissants, and forget it by friday. saturday morning comes and i am lucky to know me. i wasn't born knowing how to love me, bu...