they are all alike:
they are both
gleeful and content
and I am
burning in hell.
my heart is a thousand years old
I am not like
"There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me."
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via quoted-books)
"When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant."
Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies (via silver-blonde)