"Does he love me? Does he love anyone more than me? Does he love me more than I love him? Perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure, test, probe, and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short. Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something (love) from our partner instead of delivering ourselves up to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company."
Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via bobbyism
"At the end of their relationship she asked if they could still remain friends. His face stayed expressionless until he said “No. Because we put friends in boxes. You see them once in a while, or even a lot, but still they have their box in your life, their specific place. Their *category.* That’s one of the great things about being someone’s love— you have no box in their life because you’re part of all their boxes. You’re their friend, their lover, their confidante— all those things. I don’t want to be put in one of your boxes and I don’t want to shrink you to fit into one of mine."
In your eyes, I travel.
(Source: hadeiadel, via youngriem)
FAE SAVOIR FAIRE turned 3 today!
Anonymous asked: What do you want out of life?
I just want love. I need love. I can’t function without it. Just the thought of being alone or loveless is debilitating. Everything I think I want or need stems from love so why not focus on the root.