Why is your blog so ... perfect?
My first tumblr love post. I’ll never forget you, thank you!
Beyond myself, somewhere, I wait for my arrival.
We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstance we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude.
You write in order to change the world … if you alter, even by a millimeter, the way people look at reality, then you can change it.