SO RISKY, to love another person! Like flaying your own, outermost skin. Exposed to the crude air and every kind of infection.

I argued that physical discomfort is important only when the mood is wrong. Then you fasten on to whatever thing is uncomfortable and call that the cause. But if the mood is right, then physical discomfort doesn’t mean much.

Beauty doesn't have to be about anything. What's a vase about? What's a sunset or a flower about? What, for that matter, is Mozart's Twenty-third Piano Concerto about?

Listen to our parents, obey the rules that's been sat. keep being you.

Written By Anastasia purea

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