"The craziness of love is the greatest of all gifts from above,"
~ Plato
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"The craziness of love is the greatest of all gifts from above,"
~ Plato
❓+ will you always love me, or is there a limit to this love?
SEND ❓+ A QUESTION AND MY MUSE HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :
I'll always love you, dearest. Whether that love will always be reciprocated in the same form by you is another question (or subjegated/interrupted by someone else). Once I love someone they're in my heart forever, for better or worse (even if I don't always openly show it looking at you Marius).
“I vow to love you in all places. High plains, prairies, hills and lowlands. In our dream-laden bed, Cradled in the nest Of your neck. Deep in the plum. It shall be and it flows with you.”
— Joseph O. Legaspi, “Vows (for a gay wedding)”
🚬 addictions
Lestat as good a question as any. Addiction is a subjective word. During my mortal years by todays standards I could have been accused of having a drinking problem. Though we drank ale, wine and other alcoholic beverages as much as water during the day also, the alcohol was oft times safer. Several parts drunk most nights, I was definitely addicted to a hedonistic life style, having come so close to death at several points in my youth I found this recklessness ironically life affirming. Having an older, charismatic, saviour figure who also happened to be a vampire, as my first lover and first love possibly a case in point. I snuggled up to this creature of myth and campfire cautionary tales. Loved it despite itself and willingfully tempted him with my brazen naivety and pure blood. Now a creatire of myth myselfControl - could be a watchword also that matches the question followed by - freak.Danger and unpredictability still prevail also on my terms. A dynamic explained in our complex relationship.
the secret history—donna tartt
“Grief is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”
— Jamie Anderson, via tinybuddhaofficial
“A profound love between two people involves, after all, the power and chance of doing profound hurt.”
— Ursula K. Le Guin (via quotemadness)
(Source: Pinterest via larochelle-encheres. fr) Ivy leaf hat pin in gold and enamel work by René Lalique