If I consider you a close friend chances are I’m gonna be at least a little gay with you
before you make fun of a person doing something brave and vulnerable like dancing or singing or reading poetry in front of a lot of people:
There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists. [x]
"This is where therapy gets a little tricky. I could confess to a murder. You can’t say a word. I could’ve murdered someone this morning and you can’t say a word. But if I’m planning to commit a murder…"