I’m pretty sure when we fall in love we don’t realise it. We just like that person and eventually we start defending them and get jealous if they talk to some one else. We always want to be with them because they make our crappy lives worth living for a few hours a day. They take away our pain, make us mad make us sad and embarrassed. But no matter what they make us feel we keep coming back for more. That’s just how love is.
Wir alle wollen nur das eine - und das ist mehr Zeit. Zeit zum Aufstehen, Zeit erwachsen zu werden, Zeit loszulassen. Zeit
it’s 1964 I’m on a balcony smoking a really long cigarette and some lofty music is playing I drop my martini on the floor it breaks and 5 men scramble to get me a new one