Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic. And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
We have been poisoned by fairytales.
How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.
We have been poisoned by fairytales.
How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.
The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.
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