even in death, his last breath was poetryexisting in the wind and on the breeze of"it used to be likes" forever remembering, yet never relivinghis lifewill never be what it used to be like.

Bruised, beaten, shaken, weakened, tossed, thrown, lost, alone, heard, helped, healed, hope... it still works.

If you say something as if it were, that isn't, is it considered a lie, or speaking it into existence?

Your heart beats between the palm of my hand.Its need to beOne with meDripsBetween my fingertipsAs I squeeze perfect drops of love into small receptacles to be preserved...For later. ☕️

Tickle my heart with your pen. Write me for all to read. Bind our love inside a book. Make me your poetry.

I don't want what love is. I want what love is supposed to be.

Can still windmills, still produce wind? Can a heart still love, when a heart no longer is?

Tonight, can we just pretend that you want me too?

Tonight, can we just pretend you want me too?

As a man thinketh so is he? The faith of a mustard seed? I planted these words in my thoughts, and still, mind wound up lost, between my dreams and reality.

Your heart beats against the palm of my hand.Its need to beOne with meDripsBetween my fingertipsAs I squeeze perfect drops of love into small receptacles to be preserved...For later. ☕️

Books are ... companions, teachers, magicians, bankers of the treasures of mind. Books are humanity in print.

Once you lose that sense of wonder at being alive, you're pretty much on the way out...

You can win the victories you seek, Jorg. But only if you find better reasons to want them.

Let your words to be a cushion to those who are around you, especially to those who are in a vulnerable state.

When I hear women talking about how their wedding is going to be/was the best day of their life, I can’t help but think, You just haven’t taken enough MDMA in a field at 3 a.m., love.

Personally, I think wearing a baby chinchilla says, 'I'm ignorant.'

If you have an ancestor who is a Benedictine monk, we would rather not know it.

If a Labour movement, on a bourgeois basis, has hitherto existed in the country where the new movement is awakening it will certainly not disappear all at once.

Wagon is the bread-earning horse of the Railways. Load it adequately. Make it run and don't stable it.

Women are treated differently by society for exactly the same reason that children and the mentally handicapped are treated differently.