In this busy, dusty world, having accomplished nothing, I suddenly recalled all the girls I had known, considering each in turn, and it dawned on me that all of them surpassed me in behaviour and understanding; that I, shameful to say, for all my masculine dignity, fell short of the gentler sex.

Each day a little more mistaken
and a little more forgiven.

Harriet and Margot have the kind of past
that makes the present dubious.

Life isn't ill-natured;
it's just dirt poor,
like any other public resource.

Her brain was a ball of hair in a bath drain,
as miserably dense as it was inert.

how beautiful is imitation, she thinks,
when its vessel breaks the heart.

It's a traitorous aspect of empathy, Magsalin notes.
The slightest connection suffices.

It is terrible how grief is a glutton
⸺it swallows everything in its path.

That was how desire got power over me,
by being unacknowledged.

There is a kind of vapor from the two of them,
comfort and secrets being exchanged like viruses.

She falls into the empty place
left by my tardy and inadequate love.

I've come to believe in ordinary loss,
its grinding and mundane evil.

In a moment, and for a lifetime,
we would be wrapped again in our crueler disguises

— we would wear the thick skin
which would seem better than being hurt —

but for that moment, briefly,
we sliced ourselves open and were afraid together.

We will be okay.
You will not feel pain.
You will not be alone.

If we are to have magical bodies,
we must have magical minds.

for someone to truly suffer…
they must have hope.

Friendships in America are often more
like pleasure crafts than life rafts.
Not built to brave the really rough waters.

The past is almost always innocent of the future

Sometimes life just slips in through a back door
and carves out a person
and makes you believe it's all true

So the fates have chosen for me
And it’s a lot for me to try and take in
If I forget to breathe
It’s not that…

I don’t want to live.
Always I try

Forgiveness is a winding road

life is long, you only need one
who thinks you're amazing

I love it when you lie to me
That shit feel like therapy

What doesn't kill you
makes you regret it

But I fear that to fall in love with you
is to fall from a great and gruesome height

Wrongness, worn lightly, is power

ⰄⰅ

There are things that we, as a species, have figured out how to do.

Things like reading and sleeping.

Yet you’ve decided: nope.
I’m going to do it my own way

Ð

Every time I lie awake
I see the corner of your face
And your voice echoes in my ear
And your taste follows with a tear

I’m going out of my mind
I’m going crazy

Get me outta here
Out of this box of time
Box of time

Only words I let you take
My soul and my heart break
But my dreams you will never take
And my hope you will never break

I’m going out of my mind
I’m going crazy

Get me outta here
Out of this box of time
Box of time

See me going for the door
Running much faster than before

I’m going out of my mind
I’m going crazy

Get me outta here
Out of this box of time
Box of time

Ꞧ

Sometimes I, I am far away from home
Yeahhhh yeah.
Sometimes I like the way I wander
Sometimes I like the way I roam

Sometimes I, I pace forward, I pace back
Yeahhh yeah
Bending, breaking
Tall grass shaking beneath your weight
Yeah yeah yeah

Sometimes I, I get, I get stuck in between
Between my love of the jester, baby
Or my love for the queen

Sometimes I see your eyes across the room,
Yeah yeahhhh
Fading, narrow, boneshot arrow,
harboring...

Sometimes I, I am tired of being alone
Sometimes I’ll be mighty baby, and sit upon your throne
Yeah yeah yeah

You knocked me over freight train lover
Chewed me up and spit me out
Tiny spout and muddy river
Whisper softly, softly now

Sometimes I need my, my skin to touch the breeze
Sometimes I, I find beauty brings me down to my knees

Oceans swelling, tides rise thick and (sometimes I ...)
You’re still at it, you’re still at it
Sunsets low and love grows slow
I don’t know where… (sit upon your throne)

Sister, sister we have rubies
between our teeth, between our teeth
Rust and wheels, iron and steel,

casting sorrows with our song