traveling is the great true love of my life
When the karma of a relationship is done, only love remains. It's safe. Let go.
I am the planet's most affectionate life-form, something like the cross between a golden retriever and a barnacle.
Take me someplace where we can be silent together.
You have now reached infatuation’s final destination—the complete and merciless devaluation of self.
Every intimacy carries secreted somewhere below its initial lovely surfaces, the ever-coiled makings of complete catastrophe.