A girl and her bed on Sundays are an endless love affair.
You run and you run, trying to hide, but you can’t hide. It’s so obvious when you’re screaming at the top of your lungs.
You want to be the warrior on your own, but you want to be noticed.
You want to be admired, you want people to sympathize.
You claim you don’t want to be saved, but you scream for safety and comfort. It’s bad when you can’t even take care of yourself.
Rainy sundays are for cuddling and tea
Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.
When somebody makes you laugh when you’re sad, that’s the most enjoyable laugh you’ll ever experience.