But you write such pretty words. But love is no storybook. Love is an excuse to get hurt and to hurt.
"Do you like to hurt?"
"I do. I do."
"Then hurt me."
"Do you like to hurt?"
"I do. I do."
"Then hurt me."
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"Do you really believe that?" he said. "That books give meaning to our lives?"
"Yes." I said. "A book should be an axe to chop open the frozen sea inside us. What else should it be?"
-J.M.Coetzee, Summertime
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- Yellow ninja
- On the edge of the world, Far far away.
- I like things. I like a lot of that stuff. Like that thing between sleep and awake, and the color of water, and the sun and moon, and the stars and sky. And I especially like you. And your mistakes. And your eyes. And your laugh. And I like to think its only real to me.
I Like These People.
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