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The taste of love is sweet when hearts like our's meet

I fell for you like a child oh, but the fire went wild..


I no longer have the feeling of emptiness around me. I am so far away from my soft and gentle home. Yet for June too, I was an archangel. They all want to sanctify me, to turn me into an effigy, a myth. They want to idealize me and pray to me, use me for consolation, comfort. Curse my image, the image of me which faces me every day with the same over-fineness, over delicacy, the pride, the vulnerability which makes people want to preserve me, threat me with care. Curse my eyes which are sad, and my hands which are delicate, and my walk, which is a glide, my voice, which is a whisper, all that can be used for a poem, and too fragile to be raped, violated, used. I am near death from solitude, near dissolution. - anais nin

“Romantic love is mental illness. But it’s a pleasurable one. It’s a drug. It distorts reality, and that’s the point of it. It would be impossible to fall in love with someone that you really saw.” – Fran Lebowitz

Alice: Show me. Where is this ‘love’? I can’t see it, I can’t touch it, I can’t feel it. I can hear it, I can hear some words but I can’t do anything with your easy words.Closer by Patrick Marber

"I've paid the price for not escaping the bourgeouis world, for not living a full life as an artist. Why didn't I have the courage to live beyond the reach of all laws and taboos, to be what I am, like Genet is what he is: uncommited to anyone, nor subjected to any restrictions; "le poete maudit". Why did I not live together with those who disobeyed every taboo? I live in the wrong world of false protection, a protection you pay for with your life. The protection of a conventional life with rules and structure." - Anais Nin

"And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in it's appalling self- consciousness, is horrible and overpowering." - Sylvia Plath

Afterward we will be as one animal of the forest and be so close that neither one can tell that one of us is one and not the other. Can you feel my heart be your heart? - Ernest Hemingway.

Yes, she was beautiful.
Her eyes.
They were kind of spectacular. Wide and doe shaped and the very definition of tenderness. Full, pouting lips she was ever so slightly biting down on. Her hair? Soft enough to cocoon himself in and never, ever, come out.
He'd been hoping she'd be homely or interesting or simply cute. Not a chance. She was magnificent.
- Derailed by James Siegel.

"Like maybe eat you," she said.
"That settles it,'" he said. "I'm getting the car."
She kissed him.
But kissing doesn't quite do it justice. It wasn't kissing as much as mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, because he felt himself coming back from the dead.
- Derailed by James Siegel

When they lip-locked over Von Cortland Avenue, when they squeezed hands past the shadow of Shea, when they nuzzled on the exit ramp to Grand Central Parkway---he was willing to wager that no one had felt exactly like this before, even though he knew it was a lie. The number one sin of the hopeless addict: denial. And he was addicted, wasn't he? It seemed as if he couldn't go two exits without kissing her. That he couldn't make it through three songs on the radio---101.6 FM, Music to Make Out By---without running his hands up and down her body. - Derailed by James Siegel

"I want to live only for ecstasy. Small doses, moderate loves, all half-shades, leave me cold. I like extravagance. Letters which give the postman a stiff back to carry, books which overflow from their covers, sexuality which bursts the thermometers. I am aware also that I am becoming June." - Anais Nin

"I am finished with myself, with my sacrifices and my pity, with what chains me. I am going to make a new beginning. I want passion and pleasure and noise and drunkenness and all evil. But my past reveals itself inexorably, like a tattoo mark. I must build a new shell, wear new costumes." - Anais Nin

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