There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't. Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I want to live the rest of my life, however long or short, with as much sweetness as I can decently manage, loving all the people I love, and doing as much as I can of the work I still have to do. I am going to write fire until it comes out of my ears, my eyes, my noseholes--everywhere. Until it's every breath I breathe. I'm going to go out like a fucking meteor! Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
When we are in love, we are convinced nobody else will do. But as time goes, others do do, and often do do, much much better. Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Making love to me is amazing. Wait, I meant: making love, to me, is amazing. The absence of two little commas nearly transformed me into a sex god. Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
When you're missing a peice of yourself, aching, gut wrenching emptiness begins to take over. Until you find the link that completes your very soul, the feeling will never go away. Most people find a way to fill this void, material possessions, a string of relationships, affairs, food...I bare my soul, with words, for all to see. Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
There comes a time in your life when you have to choose to turn the page, write another book or simply close it. Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Living with him is like being told a perpetual story: his mind is the biggest, most imaginative I have ever met. I could live in its growing countries forever. Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
This is what love does: It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot. The person you love sits across from you, and you want to do everything in your power to make it possible, endlessly possible. And when it’s just the two of you, alone in a room, you can pretend that this is how it is, this is how it will be. Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>