baby, i love you, and i’ll leave her. and i’m coming out to california.
"Why do you love the woman you’re in love with? Because she is. And that, after all, is God’s own definition of Himself: I am that I am. The girl is who she is. Some of her isness spills over and impregnates the entire universe. Objects and events cease to be mere representatives of classes and become their own uniqueness; cease to be illustrations of verbal abstractions and become fully concrete. Then you stop being in love and the universe collapses, with an almost audible squeak of derision, into its normal insignificance."
- Aldous Huxley, The Genius and the Goddess (via aestivial)
You know what’s kind of beautiful?
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
(Source: timorleste, via s0methinginthewayshemoves)
