There's a boy whose affection I am determined to hunt down and kill. It used to be material objects I felt I needed to be happy. It would make me feel stable if I had him. If I had someone like him, i...
I'm in love with someone good and kind and gentle, and he's seen the darkness too, but somehow we've become each other's light.
I think I've lost my faith and I can't stop writingbecause I don't know howmuch longer I can hold on.
And then, with the feather-green darkness pressed against the windows, he puts his filthy fingers on my scrubbed hope face and says, If I kiss you, it's all over. And then he does. And then it is.
[...] my quirks had gone beyond eccentricity, past the warm waters of weird to those cold, deep patches of sea where people lose their lives.
You do it how you can do it, so long as it's getting done, you're okay.
You can have this kind of love. You can have it. You just grab it. Of course the problem with having that love is that you can lose it, too.
Time heals all wounds. And if it doesn't, you name them something other than wounds and agree to let them stay.
Funny. The blazer, skirt and tie become automatically sexy the minute you leave school when you're eighteen or nineteen and pull it out for fancy-dress parties. But whilst you're still there, stewing...
When I come to the end of my life when I come to the real end, at the right time, my mind may flash with random images... But I am not being hopeful about this when I say my last thoughts will be of...
Well. There is a psychiatric occurrence we see in men-not often women-where they put all their hopes and dreams onto one person, so intensely that at some point it trips a wire in the brain circuitry,...
This boy has negative charisma. He walks into a room and the oxygen starts to evaporate. I guess that's why girls sleep with him. They find his awfulness transfixing. He's like a lousy 1970's disaster...
There is something deeply unsettling about a child crying insincerely.
I thought of him, with his feet in the Chateau Marmont pool and his fork in a carrot cake. He was just a little kid. I was upset at what I had introduced him to, the records and films he didn't alread...
I don't want to go to university. I don't like unity and I hate verses. I just love the choruses of songs.
We intersect. He says he thanks every star that we existed on the same celestial plain. But here we are on earth, dirty, well used, a man-made throughway for intersecting dreams.
It took a long time, but my heart now feels full when I think of him. When you fall in love again—which I have—it's funny the other things that come back in with that open-ness. You have this ghost ch...
I'm not crazy or dangerous,just a bit eccentric and lonely.
I wanted to know how ugly I could get, how ruined and ugly and spoiled, before they stopped trying to fuck me. I didn't think they'd ever notice. Nobody had so far. Because I was still in the shape of...
I still believe that you truly find yourself not in travel, but in other human souls.