Suck me, at your pleasure, Feed your will, Incorporate me into you, black spider of the city. Devour me, as you wish, Taste my flesh, My life...
We always say we won't suffer But in reality we end up suffering... We always say we won't love again after someone hurt us But it always ends...
kiki
Crying is saying in tears what the heart feels and what the mouth, for one pride or another, refuses to say.
Unknown
Happiness One day someone knocked on my door, I hesitated, I didn't want to open it, I thought it was the longing that came to haunt me. He hit again, only with more force...
Unknown
Popular sovereignty cannot be delegated
Jean-Jacques Rousseau
The unhappy like to unite with each other.
Gotthold Lessing