How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you’ll never meet them. All right, so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter.
Charles Bukowski (via perfect)
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May 20th, 2013 // 11,591 notes
But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky.
Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s (via cesttoujourslamemehistoire)
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May 19th, 2013 // 2,325 notes
