I want to be skinny.
Thin.
Skin.
&.
Bones.
Skinny.
Thin.
Beautiful.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
august 22
(Source: circalovingbean)
It’s me!
(Source: jivves)
I cannot help feeling there is something essentially wrong about love. Friends may quarrel or drift apart, close relations too, but there is not this pang, this pathos, this fatality which clings to love. Friendship never has that doomed look. Why, what is the matter? I have not stopped loving you, but because I cannot go on kissing your dim dear face, we must part, we must part. Why is that so? What is this mysterious exclusiveness? One may have a thousand friends, but only one love-mate. Or can you imagine a tremendous Turk loving every one of his four hundred wives as I love you? For if I say ‘two’ I have started to count and there is no end to it. There is only one real number: One. And love, apparently, is the best exponent of this singularity.
Vladimir Nobokov, The Real Life of Sebastian Knight (via collageriae)
