I’ve lost certain liberties I once had here. At one point I could divulge my darkest secrets, deepest desires and share my most intimate of thoughts without fear of ridicule and emotional vulnerability. Anonymity and external subjectivity have somewhat been removed from this alter-identity and in turn led to a retraction in open expression. I’ve found myself on recent occasions, mostly in...
Sometimes it’s not enough to know what things mean, sometimes you have to know...– bob dylan
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And frantic-mad with evermore...
People will forget what you said and what you did. But people will never forget...
If it’s the most important thing you do, detail every ounce of pain that you...– Circa Survive - Every Way
What are your ghosts like?) (They are on the insides of the lids of my eyes.) (This is also where my ghosts reside.) (You have ghosts?) (Of course I have ghosts.) (But you are a child.) (I am not a child.) (But you have not known love.) (These are my ghosts, the spaces amid love.) — Jonathon Safran Foer
When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone. It is like...– The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words...– T.S. Eliot