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l'esperienza de questa dolce vita
The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them. Words shrink things that seemed limitless. When they were in your head to no more than living size when they are brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, and you may make revelations that cost you dearly. Only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stay's locked within; not for a want of a teller, but for an understanding ear.
10 January 2020 @ 07:33 pm
30 July 2009 @ 09:24 am
There is always one person you love
who becomes that definition.
who becomes that definition.
It usually happens retrospectively,
but it happens eventually. This
is the person who unknowingly sets
the template for what you will
always love about other people,
even if some of these lovable qualities
are self-destructive and unreasonable.
The person who defines your
understanding of love is not
inherently different than anyone else, and
they’re often just the person you happen to meet
the first time you really,
really, want to love someone.
But that person still wins.
They win, and you lose.
Because for the rest of your life, they will control
how you feel about everyone else.
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accomplished
accomplished07 May 2009 @ 04:04 pm
It's funny the way things change. Ugh, everything that has happened? You wouldn't believe the story if I told you.