You can’t control it, that’s the thing,” I said. “Life is not something you wield, you know?
If I die weep at my grave every day until a seedling appears in the dirt, then cry on it to make it grow until it becomes a beautiful tree whose roots surround my body.
I didn’t know if I should hug him, and he didn’t seem to know if he should hug me, so we just sort of stood there not touching, which to be honest is my preferred form of greeting.
We are both astonishments, the closest thing in the known universe to a miracle.
Sometimes I wondered why she liked me, or at least tolerated me. Why any of them did. Even I found myself annoying.
Look at all those cul-de-sacs, the streets that turn in on themselves all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people in their paper houses burning the furniture to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking the beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail.
And what is an “instant” death anyway? How long is an instant? Is itone second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst adn her lungs collapsed adn there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.
Maybe we invented metaphor as a response to pain.
The walk felt long, but I kept telling my lungs to shut up, that they were strong, that they could do this. I could see him as I approached: His hair was parted neatly on the left side in a way that he would have found absolutely horrifying, and his face was plasticized. But he was still Gus. My lanky, beautiful Gus.
I don’t know what superpower William James enjoyed, but I can no more choose my thoughts than choose my name.
Stole this from a lizard for you – D.
Who cares if she can kiss? She can see through the clouds.
La ciudad era papel, pero los recuerdos no.
You and I are just kids. We’ve got the best and the worst of it in front of us.
So maybe we won’t ever win the lottery, or marry royalty, or make that last second shot. That doesn’t mean we won’t have amazing adventures, meet exceptional people, and make indelible memories. The trick is to notice before it’s too late.
I left the only way you can leave. You pull your life off all at once – like a Band-Aid.
There’s no need to suffer. Which I’d argue is just a fundamental misunderstanding of the human predicament, but okay.
She was still real. She was still alive, She was as much a person as any other person; you’re real, but not because of your body or because of your thoughts.
I, a singular proper noun, would go on, if always in a conditional tense.
The madness of wealth. Sometimes you think you’re spending the money, but all along the money’s spending you. But only if you worship it. You serve whatever you worship.