Ahhh to be the husband that comes home in a beautiful suit carrying gifts like manolo blahnik heels for his wife. When I think about the 30 something year old version of myself, that's what I want to do. I’m excited for those days.
when dostoevsky said ‘i want to talk about everything with atleast one person the way i talk about things with myself’ and (as if almost conversely) when clarice lispector said ‘it is inside myself that i must create someone who will understand’
“Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
Vines on melancholy walls” that’s my favorite line from any poem ever. I wasn’t a real lover until I started to read Pablo Neruda
“There seems to be a kind of order in the universe. In the movement of the stars and the turning of the earth and the changing of the seasons. But human life is almost pure chaos. Everyone takes his stance, asserts his own rights and feelings, mistaking the motives of others….