Loose ends meant to end, put me to bed one last time and then cut all ties.
“You’re safe here,” he said and then continued to chip away at my heart.
Falling in love with an artist is easy, making a life with one is not. Cutie and the Boxer resists sentimentality and John+Yoko dreams for a realistic look into the life of Ushio+Noriko. They breathe each other like they breathe art… explosive, consuming, sad, sweet, it works, it doesn’t, but always there is love.
When will the ache in my soul be more painful than the ache for your body?
The point where passion turns to comfort: Is it love? Or the end of us?
“Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.” by Charles Bukowski