Becoming seemed to mean being wrapped up in the bold blanket of my own love. They’d always said it, they had, but you can never fully understand anything until you feel it in your body. You just can’t.
Love is nothing but an endless series of questions, a sharp set of teeth in your valves, and an undying devotion to being awake because sleep is rendered useless. Love is everything including the very slowness of minutes when you await affection, the unbearable desire of wanting to fit yourself ...
Thomas was closer now. She could almost feel his breath. She wondered how he had moved so quickly without her noticing.
“They’re beautiful,” Thomas said, “and that’s why. We’re not different. You run here to be quiet. I’m quiet all day because I’m tired of running.”
Charlotte was breathing ...
If you wish to love a goddess, love the fact that however she presents herself is only a small sliver of the kaleidoscopic creature she truly exists as. And this is the power of women: mystery. Magic. Creativity, sexuality, grace, strength -- the gift of witnessing what it means to be able to ...
The need for validation is pervasive. And it’s not gendered. Male, female, neither, both -- we are all raised with the idea that we must shape ourselves to appeal most fervently to a life we haven’t yet attained. It’s as if living alone weren’t enough, we must force life to be something more, ...
You are here to live deliriously, sleeping little or completely, and knowing that each serves a purpose, but never to live in waking sleep. You are here to open your mind, your eyes, your heart. You are here to fall down, lie on the floor, and look up. You are here to understand new ways to ...
We are very lucky to have the freedom to choose for ourselves, to create our lives, and truly to be and do anything we want. Don’t insult this by staying in a place or experience that is not making you happy or totally turned on.
There has never been a question of what you are capable of because within you are crystal caves so remarkable that we are all brought to our knees when we’re finally allowed to see them, so open. This is the great task, to open the vault and set all of the hidden things out to play and dance ...
There are women who eat stars for breakfast. They stay awake, or don’t sleep at all, simply because there is no use when life is consistently panoramic and kaleidoscopic, and it’s like Fellini’s in the other room never yelling Cut, and maybe John Waters pulled the wool over your eyes because ...