![]() Author has written 5 stories for Scrubs, and Lost. "But they who are a section of the male follow the male... Some indeed assert that they are shameless, but this is not true; for they do not act thus from any want of shame, but because they are valiant and manly, and have a manly countenance, and they embrace that which is like them... And when one of them meets with his other half, the actual half of himself, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy, and one will not be out of the other’s sight, as I may say, even for a moment: these are the people who pass their whole lives together; yet they could not explain what they desire of one another. For the intense yearning which each of them has towards the other does not appear to be the desire of lover’s intercourse, but of something else which the soul of either evidently desires and cannot tell, and of which she has only a dark and doubtful presentiment." O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done; O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; “Perhaps every person is happy only once in their lives. Just once. And the rest of it, they’re being punished— because they can never forget that single moment.” What a happy and holy fashion it is that those who love one another should rest on the same pillow. All I do is lie, and that has made me immune to compliments There is no terror in a bang, only in the anticipation of it. I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day. I wish they would only take me as I am. Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt that I love. Pain is an event. It happens to you, and you deal with it in whatever way you can. Every story has a smell. I don't always notice it at first. Sometimes it takes days before it weaves itself into the fabric of my clothing and sinks into some dark corner of my cortex, becoming a memory Sometimes I wonder if I'm the person I was born to be, if the life I've lived really is the one I was meant to, or if it is some half life, a mutation engineered by loss, cobbled together by the will to survive. Geologists may have mapped out the planet's tectonic plates - hidden shelves of rock that grind one against the other, forming mountains, creating continents - but they can't plot the fault lines that run through our heads, divide our hearts. Never assume gender. Try and figure it out for yourself. And if you can't...be okay with it. For as long as you have the strength to, say yes. President Bush announced we're going to Mars, which means he's given up on Earth. My avatar was made by singforthetears over at LiveJournal, so if you ever run across this, drop me a line. |
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