every lover is a storm chaser.
every good heart has lost its roof.
He was still too young to know that the heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez, from “Love in the Time of Cholera” (via creativerehab
mine is going just swell too
I always thought you were the liar. That was a lie. I opened my eyes today and realized we’ve been neck and neck all along. We sit and spend 2 hours lying to each other, walking away with nothing but empty answers insulting the depth in which we know each other well enough to call bull shit. But we don’t. We don’t want to know the truth not matter how many times we ask the questions.
All our words are fake
But we can’t lie to our selves about how we feel.
What a beautiful day for deception.
10 Things I hate About You (1999)