mend the sky with our hands

…throw roses into the abyss and say: ‘here is my thanks to the monster who didn’t succeed in swallowing me alive.’

At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.

I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.

But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.

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Glen Duncan, I, Lucifer

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Robert Cormier, Beyond the Chocolate War

Maybe love stays. Maybe love can’t. Maybe love shouldn’t. Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to. And love leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives, say, ‘Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.’ If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her. Turn off the music, listen to the quiet. Whisper, ‘Thank you for stopping by.’

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Chuck Palahniuk, Choke

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.

Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

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Albert Camus, Summer

William Butler Yeats, “The Mermaid”

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Anonymous, Go Ask Alice

“Portrait of a Lady”, T. S. Eliot