The Things People Don't Say

I’m for whatever gets you through the night.


"I had no feeling for the things so many others needed."

"The worst of it is that you don’t want to be cured, you don’t believe in the remedy. You can only offer this self-diagnosis."

"What is it that man wants so much? asks I often; What is the infinity in his chest?"

"Isolation is a way to know ourselves."

"And if you’re homesick
give me your hand and I’ll hold it."

"I may be guilty and feel full of holes but I can still say a few things — I love you more than any human being, any anything. To lose you seems worse than death but that is what I must prepare myself to do. The hardest part was our closeness, our deep and lasting relationship, our bonds of confidences. I feel I have failed you and yet I didn’t mean so. And I can’t explain — maybe never can I explain."

"When you love someone, it should be easy. It might get hard during certain moments, but in the way you two get each other — it must be gloriously easy. Deep, soul-consuming yet effortless, magnificent, simple to the very core. Hearts connecting and communicating, instant flashes of one person’s reaching out and the other’s immediate encompassing of the initiative until reaching out feels powerfully mutual — it must be nothing other than that. Automatic bloody wanting, wanting and desiring. Choosing that person during your hardest, most painful, as well as ordinarily human moments. Laughing your ass off with them not in order to break the ice but just because it feels effortless even when things get dramatic. Directness of emotion. Occasionally losing consciousness of what feels like yourself and at the same time knowing that this is you addressing someone you love. Acceptance of whatever happens. Plain trust. Know how complicated it is and then state it simply — experience the other person not merely in terms of them understanding you but also in terms of fucking feeling it with you at that very moment — that’s what soul communication is about. When you love someone, man, it must be devastatingly real. It doesn’t need to be profound. It doesn’t need to be complicated beyond belief. Sure it can be all that, but then again, fuck that. Fuck any possible attempt at a description. Your entire being must yearn toward everything yearning is about. That’s the only way it happens. This yearning must be shared. True motherfucking unembellished, accurate soul connection. There it goes."

"I tell you, it’s strange. When I’m like this I just want to be alone. I want to stay in my own room. I’m like a cat."

"Our eyes are full of terrible confessions."

"Reason is not needed with us, he said.
So, “I want to know who you are,” who the “I,” who the “we” is."

"I listen always. Give me the slightest sign.
I’m very near."

"I always think of you, truly
I will forever think of you."

"I have faith in nights."



"I loved you more than anyone son of a bitch."

reminds me of that epic Kate Moss writing on the walls of Pete Doherty with blood: "You’re in my veins, you fuck."