WHORE.
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.
Change is what you get, whether it be good or bad…

Change is what you get, whether it be good or bad…

She stuck a bookmark in my heart and walked away.
Saul Williams.
I’m still just gambling with my heart.
Helena Peabody.