Tag: b/w

I’d feel the other place running against the membrane of the world, almost touching it
Because it does make sense – only I don’t know how
She had looked right at me, but she had not seen me at all
I was stunned, so stunned that I couldn’t move
I believe I had a normal childhood
Big and heavy movements, but delicate, too, in all the subtle, reactive leaves
I loved the mysterious darkness of the trees
When I was a kid, I liked walking through neighborhoods alone
He hates reading, but he is bright
Every man has to find how to make his own way in this world
You’re going to be sorry one day
I was just thinking about getting me a tattoo like that
She couldn’t go back to that house, obviously
There was nothing I could offer
A blast of wind blowing through space, icy clean
The only outward sign of crisis was the fact that they were drinking sherry
I didn’t want there to be any silences out of which ugly truths might tumble
I can remember being flooded with happiness once
‘See! See!’ he says, and she does see
There’s something I want to be sure to show you
She has stared out of windows more
I suppose you’re quite a stranger to farm life
A bus would come eventually, and take them north
There are many things I remember of this time
The merry-go-round was slowing down
Or maybe I was seeing a little too clearly
It seemed as if the whole of the world was slowly being stripped of innocence
Gone fishing
I wandered the halls seeking its spirits, dead or alive
Why should I take the long road?
It was hot in the city, but I still wore my raincoat
No one expected me. Everything awaited me
It occured to him that nothing was going to happen
His young eyes stored away each play of light
To be an artist was to see what others could not
I cherished the idea that one day I would write a book
I was never going to be become anything but myself
I was a bad girl trying to be good
I have vague memories, like impressions on glass plates
There’s no way you’re going to get a quote from us
People either love me or they hate me, or they don’t really care
Leave the house before you find something worth staying in for
It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use
Crouching next to a huge pile of dung my mind froze up
When the time comes to leave, just walk away quietly and don’t make any fuss
A wall has always been the best place to publish your work
He seemed genuinely surprised
I have always tried to avoid pain
That was the only beautiful thing I ever had
His eyes are pounding, he feels a scream rising in his chest