September 2010
14 posts
“
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
“Love is, like, very important. It’s good to be loved. Even if it’s only for one night.”
—Cassie Ainsworth (Skins)
“I don’t know who I am. I’m not who I thought I was. I’m more. I’m complicated in ways I’ve never realized before. Not happy or sad, but both, and all the shades in between, all the time. I can be afraid of the melting glaciers and still turn up the radiator in my room. I can buy cheap jeans in Primark and still feel sorry for exploited garment workers. I can contradict myself. I’m not supposed to be simple. I’m complicated. I’m a mess. I can think a hundred different things at once. I’m one insignificant creature and I’m the center of the universe. My existence has no meaning and my existence is its own meaning. I am therefore I am.”
—Maddy Fisher, from the book Rich and Mad, by William Nicholson. (Submitted by ohsillykitteh)
“His eyes pierce mine and for a moment I feel as if the rest of the world is closed out and it’s just the two of us. The urge to jump into his arms and feel the warmth of them surrounding me is so powerful, I wonder if it’s medically possible to be addicted to another human being.”
—Perfect Chemistry By Simone Elkeles (submitted by elisabetarchussachat)
