I don't know who the fuck I am. I'm a million people, but I'm only one. My messages, in broken bottles..

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#Heart

“My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings.”

– E. Y. Harburg.

“I know it’s over, and it never really began, but in my heart it was so real.”

– The Smiths.

“Her name sprang to my lips at moments in strange prayers and praises which I myself did not understand. My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom. I thought little of the future. I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.”

– James Joyce.

“I’m still just gambling with my heart.”

– Helena Peabody.