Mediocrity: A Memoir |
we all only have so many faces inside our pockets.. |
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I want a trouble-maker for a lover; blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame.
Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate.
Who burns like...
” - “Suddenly, all at once, she knows, knows that he doesn’t understand her, that he never will, that he lacks the power to understand such perverseness....”
- “She had always suffered from a vague restlessness, a longing for adventure that she told herself severely was the result of reading too many novels...”
- “All I want is someone decent. You know? Kind. Good. Like in all those love stories I’m such an expert on. It can’t just be fiction. It can’t. Those...”
- “She has what soul loves to flow into. She’s kind, she weeps. She makes quick personal decisions, and laughs so easily.”— Rumi
- “Be crumbled. So wild flowers will come up where you are. You have been stony for too many years. Try something different. Surrender.”
- “- Buy lace underwear and model it around at home. You’re a goddess, own it. - Realize the fact that if somebody can’t see your virtues doesn’t it...”
- “She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city.”— Roman Payne (via lazypacific)
