"Believe me it hurts me as much as it hurts you but the difference between our pain is that I accept it so it disappears but you cry about it and cry about it. You can’t stop feeling sorry for yourself but instead you should fucking realize and get the facts straight because even blind man could see my eyes sparkle for you when I see you and even a deaf person could hear my “I love you” louder than you hear it, when you even hear it at all."
There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don’t work.

— Anaïs Nin, Henry And June (via hqlines)

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