What kind of world does one see when one experiences it from the point of view of two and not one?
What is the world like when it is experienced, developed and lived from the point of view of difference and not identity?
That is what I believe love to be.
|—||Alain Badiou, In Praise of Love (via sinthematica)|
Jonathan, anything and anyone that you have done has gotta be alright with me
If she’s part of the reason you are how you are she’s alright with me
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no…
Spooky’s favorite place to ride with us in the car is on the dashboard.