Quotes About Intimacy

You ooze joy and she is an open wound, shrill and wan, unfucked and unloved.

I take my time walking up the stairs and onto the street. I want life to move slowly because I want to anticipate you with all my heart, greet you with all my heart, fuck you with all my heart and miss you with all my heart. I have to laugh because I sound like a greeting card but I deserve this, you, joy.

You miss me. And I miss you. It hurts, seeing you at that fire, giving your hands to the heat, the way I gave my hand to fire, only different. I imagine pushing you into the red abyss and jumping in after you, with you, so we can burn together, forever, a tree of life, light, sex.

you want to know what I know and hear what I like to hear.

Sometimes you love someone so much that you can't bear a taste or a text because only this kind of moment will do. Shared air. Stillness on a love seat.

This is like the end of The Corrections," I say and the problem with books is that they end. They seduce you. They spread their legs to you and pull you inside. And you go deep and leave your possessions and your ties to the world at the door and you like it inside and you don't want for your possessions or your ties and then, the book evaporates. You turn the page and there is nothing and we are both crying.

now her dictionary is marked with all kinds of words that came out of my mouth and into her world. #7

You see Elliot in Hannah scam his way to be near his sister-in-law and you call that romantic but if you knew what I went through to get into your home, that I messed up my back trying to know you, inside and out, you'd judge me for it.

the problem with books is that they end. They seduce you. They spread their legs to you and pull you inside. And you go deep and leave your possessions and your ties to the world at the door and you like it inside and you don't want for your possessions or your ties and then, the book evaporates. You turn the page and there is nothing

The iPhone killed romance and turned us all into lazy, nasty stalkers...

Love is breathing heavily, it's clear she's never talked about this to anyone. You know when someone is opening up a so private, that there isn't a key.

Well, Joe, I would feel like such a fuckup that I wouldn't even want be with you.

everythingship.

you have forced us into asexual, sunlit spaces. I finally have you in the dark and you're not hiding from me anymore and I'm gonna make this last as long as I can. I love this. I love you.

I'm so excited to see you that the world doesn't even exist right now.

You are a woman and I am a man and we belong in the dark together

you're still talking and fuck, it's hard to listen when I can smell your body wash.

It's a boundaries thing." You're pushing me away on our second date even though I'm Different. Hot. You're afraid of love and it's sad

This is what all the love songs are about, the moment when you find your own way forward with someone and there is no turning back.

Real love is quiet. A whisper between two people.

Just once I'd like to fall for someone who isn't handicapped by narcissism, but it's too late. I love you.

This night is ours.

Love is hands, holding you.

I wake up first. I go into your bathroom, into your tub and I piss all over the floor of the shower and mark my place, my home, you.