Are you in love? / Do you feel it in your stomach? / Does it twist and turn and scream and burn / And start to make you cry, but you like it?
I discovered at a very early age that if I talk long enough, I can make anything right or wrong. So either I'm God or truth is relative.
i love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.]
A kiss on the forehead β erases misery.
I kiss your forehead.
A kiss on the eyes β lifts sleeplessness.
I kiss your eyes.
A kiss on the lips β is a drink of water.
I kiss your lips.
A kiss on the forehead β erases memory.
We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It's our own conceptβour own selvesβthat we love.
Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
I would still choose the life I led with him each and every time. And I would undoubtedly feel the same pain all over again if I had to, because real, true love is worth it. No matter what.
