August 2012
36 posts
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and...”
– Sylvia Plath
“One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.
-Paulo...”
– This makes no sense to me at all. Perhaps my need to have a reason for everything is why the concept of love eludes me.
for the women who are difficult to love →
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you are a horse running alone and he tries to tame you compares you to an impossible highway to a burning house says you are blinding him that he could never leave you forget you want anything but you you dizzy him, you are unbearable every woman before or after you is doused in your name you fill his mouth his teeth ache with memory of taste his body just a long shadow seeking yours but you...
kaitmpayne:
Ted Mosby: Look we’ve all been searching for the five doppelgangers, right? But eventually, over time, we all become our own doppelgangers, you know, these completely different people who just happen to look like us.
“Words are flowers of nothing. I love you.”
– Richard Brautigan, An Unfortunate Woman
