Maturity, one discovers, has everything to do with the acceptance of ‘not knowing.
You wouldn't believe how much harder it's getting for me to just leave my studio. It's really sad. In fact these days the only thing that gets me outside is when I say: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck you. Fuc...
Then no matter where you are, in a crowded restaurant or on some desolate street or even in the comforts of your own home, you'll watch yourself dismantle every assurance you ever lived by. You'll sta...
Do we miss not only the past but every future the lost past describes? Is that just the nature of missing? All the lost might-have-beens? The certainty that those uncertain futures are gone?
It is understood that the world does not want to be understood. The world would not be this world if it did.
By now you've probably noticed that except when safely contained by quotes, Zampanò always steers clear of such questionable four-letter language. This instance in particular proves that beneath all t...
Love's love in her blackest season.
Do you really think the munificence of the multiverse comes translatable for your little mind? Have you ever thought to consider all that you miss whenever you're shown what is suited to your seeing?
And there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along.
Two kisses in one kiss was all it took, a comfort, a warmth, perhaps temporary, perhaps false, but reassuring nonetheless, and mine, and theirs, ours, all three of us giggling, insane giggles and laug...
Les jeux sont faits. Nous sommes fucked.
He loved more than anything to fly. His sole conflict was with gravity.
No gunfire, famine, or flies. Just lots of toothpaste, gardening and people stuff.
Even the brightest magnesium flare can do little against such dark except blind the eyes of the one holding it. Thus one craves what by seeing one has in fact not seen.
Since when did you bring a gun? Navidson asks, crouching near the door.Are you kidding me? This place is .
The greatest love letters are always encoded for the one and not the many.
Myth makes Echo the subject of longing and desire. Physics makes Echo the subject of distance and design. Where emotion and reason are concerned both claims are accurate. And where there is no Echo th...
To get a better idea try this: focus on these words, and whatever you do don’t let your eyes wander past the perimeter of this page. Now imagine just beyond your peripheral vision, maybe behind you, m...
Ever see yourself doing something in the past and no matter how many times you remember it you still want to scream stop, somehow redirect the action, reorder the present?
Stars to live by. Stars to steer by. Stars to die by.
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