The things she most wanted to tell him would lose their meaning the moment she put them into words.
—Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via man-of-prose)
‘I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.
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Promise me this: when you finally leave me, you’ll
get creative. Tell me I was more disappointing than
your childhood. Send me your bloody ear with a letter
saying “I’ve got to Gogh. You’re making me crazy.”
I am hard to love but know this much: you are the
only thing I like doing more than writing poems.
I wish I had done everything on Earth with you.
—The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald (via man-of-prose)