And in the end, we were all just humans.. drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via levantineviper)