Eefje

“They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.”
― Philip Larkin, High Windows

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
― Rumi

“There's a drinking game in Heaven, where angels do a shot every time humans invest 'for the long term.”
― Johnny B. Truant, The Universe Doesn't Give a Flying Fuck About You

“Ik heb altijd gehuiverd voor de daad van het beginnen. Voor het eerste woord, de eerste aanraking. De onrust wanneer zich de eerste zin moet vormen, en na de eerste de tweede.”
― Erwin Mortier, Godenslaap