If you showed me the heartbreak, if you showed me that every time I loved someone they would break my heart, I would still choose love every time. Tennyson is right, this is what it comes down to, that it truly is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved. Even with the whole of this summer, the hell of this summer, love is worth it. ( Read more... )

I've spent most of the day curled up on my bed (at least I am not pregnant) reading about physics, from Aristotle to Gordon Kane (maybe he is well-known in the realm of physics, maybe not, I have no idea), and including: "Perhaps it seems surprising that physicists seek beauty but in fact they have no choice. As yet there has not been an exception ( Read more... )

what i've learned most lately is that you can't force things, because too much of my life has been me trying to force things into being something they're not.

i don't want to be here, mostly. missing things is hard.

love is beautiful and powerful and it hurts so bad and we all need more of it.

oh oh oh, i think i've really gone insane this time.

The problem is, sometimes I want to cry (sometimes under the influence of estrogen or progesterone or some other premenstrual thing) and there's never one thing that'll do the trick. It's sometimes Casablanca and it's sometimes old journal entries, and it's sometimes a song even if I can never recall it, and it's sometimes abuse (more than I'd like ( Read more... )