Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.
You had this expression on your face, like you weren’t quite sure you were supposed to be on Earth.
Glaciers move in tides.
So do mountains.
So do all things.
We were searching for ourselves in each other.
Whoever loves, come near. I want to break Venus’ ribs and cripple the goddess’ hips with clubs.
If she can break my heart so tender, why can’t I break her head and end her?