"I Stuff My Mouth Full Of Cherries. Say, This Is The Taste Of Love, And I Will Choke On It."


"I stuff my mouth full of cherries. Say, this is the taste of love, and I will choke on it."
Angelea Lowes
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Vincent Van Gogh, The Sower (detail)
"Nigdy nie byłam i nie będę osobą, którą powinno się kochać."
"𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 / 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡; 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑠 / 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡? 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑠, 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑣𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑."
— 𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑣𝑖𝑎 𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑡ℎ, 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑈𝑛𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝐽𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓
𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑣𝑖𝑎 𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑡ℎ
Chciałabym żeby ktoś cieszył się z mojego uśmiechu, by kochał mnie tak jak sobie wymarzyłam