(~Lady Chatterly's Lover by D.H. Lawrence)S Oliver Mellors
oon it would destroy the wood, and the bluebells would spring no more. All vulnerable things must perish under the rolling and running of iron."
SIometimes I think love would be easier if I could make myself fit in. have spent so much of my life wondering how much of myself I’m allowed to bring into a room before someone decides there’s too much of me.
IM reconnected with some of my old friends last month, and we were just chatting online a few hours ago. I made a joke about my soul receiving peace and going to heaven stuff. She told me don’t talk like I am about to disappear again. That really hit home.y friend cherishes me