@BrokenTaboos

Artwork by Von Der Rose

كنا وصلنا من زمان انا وانت الى ان اكسير السعادة في اي علاقة هو الوحايد الحلوة المنتظمة، عيب؟ عادي بقى، كس ام اللي مصممين يسموا المعرصين مغيبين عشان البوليتيكال كوركتنس، فاه عادي يعني، الجنس اكسير العلاقة الناجحة. رومانسيتك ناقحة عليكي وعاوزة تخنقيني عشان باقولك الكلمتين دول؟ طب احب...

"I was driving through Los Angeles and I look up and see the biggest photo of me I have ever seen in my life on a massive ad space. I screamed and slammed on the brakes. I couldn’t believe it. It’s very strange to see my cleavage the size of a brontosaurus. My breasts were huge. I had long hair and my goodness, I couldn’t get past the cleavage."

Dearest Angel Girl, I suppose most of us are lonely in this big world, but we must fall tremendously in love to find it out. The cure is the discovery of our need for company — I mean company in the very special sense we’ve come to understand since we happened to each other — you and I. The pleasures of human experience are emptied away without that companionship — now that I’ve known it; without it joy is just an unendurable as sorrow. You are my life — my very life. Never imagine your hope approximates what you are to me. Beautiful, precious little baby — hurry up the sun! — make the days shorter till we meet. I love you, that’s all there is to it. Your boy, Orson ― Love letter by Orson Welles to Rita Hayworth.

Albert Camus, The Rebel