Lovers may be - and indeed generally are - enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations. ↗
Whatever the number of a man's friends, there will be times in his life when he has one too few; but if he has only one enemy, he is lucky indeed if he has not one too many. ↗
I want to hold my breath for as long as it takes.
I want to stop breathing just long enough to know what it would be like to be totally sitll.
Like being a cough away from death.
Not really there- not really here. ↗