“if you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. but in that casket—safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change. it will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. the alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. the only place outside of heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is hell.”

everything moves me to tears these days

sometimes I think about begging someone to love me and start immediately dry heaving

the grief is never ending but so are the dishes

I absolutely love that javier bardem interview where someone asks him “how do you feel about being the only man in the world who enjoys working with his wife?” and all he says is “this question is of extremely bad taste”