this page is for the hitogeki quotes i've been collecting, because there are just as many.

TO BE UPDATED

Bedtime Story lyrics (click me!)

Take me out / Outside the house with you / Make me feel whole, or warmth, or mildly amused

And I can't recall ever feeling love so true / Hold onto my hand, hold me close, I got nothing to lose

The sad songs make me sadder as they're floating through the air / I just wanna feel your love but I know it's not fair

Would you bring me flowers and run your fingers through my hair / Yeah lets turn the lights out darling I just couldn't bear to sleep alone / To sleep alone

Your eyes exploding into me with every little line / You think that you could be the one / You think that you could be mine

And I can't recall every feeling love so fine / I feel it in the way you yearn, the way you long, the way you pine

Struggling to get out all the thoughts inside my head / But your puppy dog glances make me wanna cry instead

I could keep you company in your town, in your bed / So let's turn the lights out darling I just wasn't bred to sleep alone / To sleep alone

The Solitude of Prime Numbers, Paolo Giordano

House of Incest, Anais Nin

Blue-Beard by Thomas Wilson

maybe if I keep telling the story, it will never have to end. that way I can keep you alive. If the story lasts forever, so will you. yes, you die in the end. yes I am the only one who remembers. yes I am the only one who knows. But if I never say it aloud, maybe you won't die. maybe this time orpheus won't turn around. maybe peter won't deny him. maybe when I reach the end, you will have had time to come up with a clever solution and escape. maybe this time we survive it together. and the next time, you can tell this story with me. maybe everyone survives and we don't have to tell the story at all. maybe they don't. if I never finish, I'll never have to know. let me speak for a little bit longer. let me live in a world that you are also in for just a moment more. sometimes your memory feels like a noose. I'm sorry. I'm not ready for you to die --mobydyke on tumblr

"I press my hands against my chest, wishing I could somehow be even closer to him. I hate skin; I hate bones and bodies. I want to curl up inside of him and be carried there forever." -- Poppy Z. Brite, Exquisite Corpse