Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги

Eyes are distracting. You see too much. You don’t see enough.

Friendship arises out of mere Companionship when two or more of the companions discover that they have in common some insight or interest or even taste which the others do not share and which, till that moment, each believed to be his own unique treasure (or burden). The typical expression of opening Friendship would be something like, ‘What? You too? I thought I was the оnly оne.’

Maybe she doesn’t know how else to be; except to be good. But, if that’s the case, she’s murderously good. Cannot expunge her dark, demonic side. оnly keep it hidden.

I like high places now, and night. I’ve come to associate altitude and darkness with a kind of tenderness–it’s a time when I let my mind wander, when I dream, when my cigarettes seem to taste different. It’s the time when I love you.

I adore you, but I hate you too. You’re a prison smothered in flowers. I can’t stand this enchantment anymore, I can’t stand being bewitched like this–when I look at you, my gaze turns to nothing but a mirror of light, I’ll stare at you hypnotized for ages, and when I stop seeing you I’ll feel you, and when I stop feeling you I’ll die.

I would love to talk to you about many things and see you listening silently; to read to you sometime.

I gave you my young, living soul. And that gift left me empty within - soulless.