Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги
B/S/
I need someone. I need to hold somebody close. And I need more than this holding. I need someone to understand how I feel at a time like now. And the understanding must be part of the holding.
W/W/
Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; I am large - I contain multitudes.
A/B/
I can’t tell you exactly what I’m looking for, but I’ll know it when it happens. I want to be breathless and weak, crumpled by the entrance of another person inside my soul.
F/R/
I must be an emotional archaeologist because I keep looking for the roots of things, particularly the roots of behavior and why I feel certain ways about certain things.
S/W/
You’re worth a handwritten letter, a random trip at night to the beach, a painting that says more than a thousand words.
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Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. We will be dangerous acquaintances with a history.
