December 2009
93 posts
love.
To ‘Immortal Beloved’, 6 July, morning
My angel, my all, my own self – only a few words to-day, and that too with pencil (with yours) – only till to-morrow is my lodging definitely fixed. What abominable waste of time in such things – why this deep grief, where necessity speaks?
Can our love persist otherwise than through sacrifices, than by not demanding everything? Canst thou change it, that...
“Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity,...”
– oscar wilde
“So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your...”
– Nineteen Minutes
“You know it’s never fifty-fifty in a marriage. It’s always...”
– Jodi Picoult, Mercy
knitting is f-ing hard
Chicks
Girls are insane, FYI. I’m including myself in that of course. I don’t know how women date other women because if I ever decided to switch teams I know I would probably end up killing the bitch. Is it just in our genetics to be gossips and moody?
