words spoken about love of all kinds that make me feel crazy
whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same
you’re the only man that’s ever touched me. you’re the only one. i haven’t really touched anyone since
“i can take care of myself just fine, alright?” “no.” “what do you mean, no?” “no”
so i try to be kind to everything i see, and in everything i see, i see him.
i love you and you don’t pay me
ce sera comme si je t'avais donné, au lieu d'étoiles, des tas de petits grelots qui savent rire (it will be as if i had given you, in place of stars, a great number of little bells that knew how to laugh)
perhaps it was only now i was able to see him with me, because even though he was turned away from me laughing, he was holding my hand
this is what he meant when he hoped someday he might be touched
so basically, you’re saying i’m new zealand?
how is it, milena, that you still dont feel any fear or repugnance for me, or something of this kind?
“tell me, célestine, if we get out alive, what would you really like?” “find ernest, and never leave him.” / “what would make you really happy?” “now?” “of course, now!” “find célestine, and stay with her always.”
