It’s nice to have someone to believe in you when you, at a certain point, stop believing in yourself.
It’s nice to have someone you can lean on, cry to, call at 4 am just to vent out about the meaning of life.
I’m all about women’s independence, making her own self happy and not be in need of anyone else.
But it’s nice to be taken care of, by someone who is worthy of you, for a change.
“…Be lonely. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never…use another person’s body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings.”
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”
“I like you. I. Like. You. I’ll admit you’re annoying. Sometimes you agitate me to the brink of insanity, but you can throw it back at me like no one else. When you laugh, I want to laugh. When you smile, I want to smile. Hell, I want to be the one to make you smile.”