the other day, i came across an amazing quote on another blog and i’ve thought about it ever since…
to love is to suffer. to avoid suffering one must not love. but then one suffers from not loving. therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. to be happy is to love. to be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. therefore, to be unhappy, one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness. i hope you’re getting this down.
-quote from the woody allen film, love and death (1975)
i am in love.
i am suffering.
that sounds so rude, kinda.
but i think WrW would get it.
he’s suffering, too.
i don’t really have much else to say. i’m kinda feeling a bit withdrawn and introspective. it happens. we all need a little “cave time”, as i like to call it. i’ll snap out of it!
on a lighter note…(not that i meant everything i just said to be deep and wrist slashing) my son is home!
i missed him dearly and all i really wanna do is hug and squeeze and cuddle with him.
btw…is it weird that wrist slashing and son are in the same sentence?
maybe i should stop now.
go suffer. (hee hee)
dress – vintage, thrifted
lace-y table runner that moonlights as a belt that i can’t get enough of – vintage, garage sale find
boots – vintage 9 west, thrifted
along with these other new items…