
Junkie - Poe
“I even like the taste of my will caving in. I’m not a junkie for your love. I’m not a junkie.” Yown, Poe. Where the heck are you now?
really, my hun? wow, what an *bleeeeeep*! intriguing, intriguing. now i want to read that book and be somewhat annoyed at him.
(via loveyourchaos)
Gandhi treated women like yo-yos. He tested his vow of celibacy by sleeping (sleeping lang talaga) with naked women. He’d be uber-sweet to them pero pag na-attach na sila, he’d treat them badly to push them away. A part of me loathes the guy.
For more tsismis, read Elizabeth Abbott’s A History of Celibacy.
my tatay has the most beauteous pair of eyes. sometimes it makes me sad that i did not inherit that good gene that makes his corneas’ outer rim light blue-ish. <3
| — | Henri J.M. Nouwen (via kari-shma) (via quote-book) |
The most important thing is love,” said Leigh-Cheri. “I know that now. There’s no point in saving the world if it means losing the moon.”
Leigh-Cheri sent that message to Bernard through his attorney. The message continued, “I’m not quite 20, but, thanks to you, I’ve learned something that many women these days never learn: Prince Charming really is a toad. And the Beautiful Princess has halitosis. The bottom line is that (a) people are never perfect, but love can be, (b) that is the one and only way that the mediocre and the vile can be transformed, and (c) doing that makes it that. Loving makes love. Loving makes itself. We waste time looking for the perfect lover instead of creating the perfect love. Wouldn’t that be the way to make love stay?”
The next day, Bernard’s attorney delivered to her this reply:
Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won’t adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words “make” and “stay” become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free.
Leigh-Cheri went out in the blackberries and wept. “I’ll follow him to the ends of the earth,” she sobbed.
Yes, darling. But the earth doesn’t have any ends. Columbus fixed that.
”| — | Still Life With Woodpecker, Tom Robbins |
| — | Still Life With Woodpecker, Tom Robbins |