It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.
Crying is you, plus tears
It's bad for your brain not to unplug.
You say into my cracks and I saw into yours.
My days had a pleasant identicalness about them. I had always liked that: I liked routine. I liked being bored. I didn’t want to but I did.
I believe in that line from An Imperial Affliction. 'The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.' That's God, I think, the rising sun, and the light is too bright and her eyes are losing but they aren't lost.