"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings."
"Sometimes we cry in a stranger’s arms precisely because they are a stranger. You let your secret be witnessed because the witnesses are outside your everyday reality. You get spiritually naked because it’s a moment that’s only ever going to be a moment. You dance like nobody’s watching because they’re never going to see you again. And one night stands - sexual, spiritual, emotional - they can serve a divine purpose. healing happens in protected space. and sometimes that protection comes from fleeting encounters. So let it be fleeting. It takes a particular kind of courage to pass in the night, exchange sorrows, and float away. Bless it, instead of anchoring it to obligation. Something sacred just happened. Allow it to be just that."
"I need to fuck. No, not have sex, not “make love.” Fuck. I need your teeth on my skin, I need your nails on my back. Make it rough. Take all your anger on me. Pull my hair, wrap your hand around my throat. Move me around. Control me. Let me control you. Make it last. Leave marks, I want to know you were really there, that it really happened."