ID. "Where did the word 'gauze' originate?" (…) The name is derived from that of the Palestinian city of Gaza, where the fabric is thought to have originated.

Te amo tal como eres.

You're supposed to grow out of horridness, aren't you? I don't think I ever grew out of mine. Sometimes I think it's still inside me, like something nasty I swallowed, that got stuck...

But you’re everything to me. You deepen the red of my blood.

In my dreams you’re touching my face and asking me if I wanna try again.

I have a million things to talk to you about. A million things we have to talk about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.

We make each other alive. Does it matter if it hurts?

Incredible nervous state, trepidation beyond words: to be this much in love is to be sick (and I love to be sick).

Faint smell of chrysanthemums / Like the smell of a sick ghost / Faint smell of white chrysanthemums rotting / My love / My love.

I found him carefully studying me, his lips in a thin line, "Has anyone ever taken care of you?" He asked quietly.

well i go on without you now but you kept me alive

I hope you will be so cruel as to receive me.

It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.

I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.

Be happy! This moment will never come again.

You claim you haven't done enough nice things for me, but is there anything nicer, any greater honor you can show me than simply being with me and allowing me to sit in front of you?

I want to be loved so desperately, that my fingers shook with it. I am not beautiful but I could be.

And if you’re gone, I’m not. The love goes on. It has its own life, eating through the heart,

I think it’s beautiful that we’re all alive. That we can laugh and breathe and even though the world keeps going, we go too. We go too.

Please, remember me. Think of me fondly. And know that I’m sorry— that I’ll always be sorry.