adam wakes up, probes his side. rib gone, wound sticky. god's fingers have touched a place that will never be touched again. how does adam not curl up, swell and fall, beg god to touch him again. to touch him everywhere else. not just ribs but cheek, inner thigh, lap. the worst part of the side-wound is not that god penetrated you but that he won't do it again
are you free tonight
i woul do anything to be free
“Believe me, what you want is someone to have dinner with. Sleep with from time to time, telephone every day or write. It’s what you set up that is defeating. Make it very modest. And give yourself permission to make a few mistakes. You know, blow it a bit. Have a few drinks and fall into bed with somebody. It doesn’t have to be the final thing.”
— Leonard Cohen on relationships, 2007
"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)
Just create the thing you want to create. Because who's going to stop you? Oh, it's you yourself? Well you can't let that bastard win, can you?
GIRL NO YOU’RE MOURNING SOMETHING THAT HASN’T EVEN HAPPENED YET AGAIN!!!!!!
Good morning, you have to be the thing that saves you
[sitting completely still in my own bed] this world is gutting me like a fish
Kim Addonizio, from Lucifer at the Starlite: Poems; “You with the crack running through you”
Ottessa Moshfegh, Eileen
the idealized version of my tomorrow self will fix this