My little Butterflies.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Which passerby would stay.
“As we grow up there’s going to be many things that we don’t like. Hook-ups that mean so much to one person and nothing to the other, girls who like the same guy you like. You’ll meet new people who may matter more than others might, but the guy who stays by you til the end… will be the one…”
Thursday, July 12, 2012
The Painted Drums.
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”
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