Anonymous
☐ Life is a maze and love is a riddle ☐
My name is Jaden. I like Old Hollywood, Marina and the Diamonds, and lots of tea.
"And so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past." -Scott Fitzgerald
"After all, tomorrow is another day." -Gone With the Wind
"'Round the bend, the sun is in the sky." -Aqualung
"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two." -St. Augustine
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My name is Jaden. I like Old Hollywood, Marina and the Diamonds, and lots of tea.
"And so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past." -Scott Fitzgerald
"After all, tomorrow is another day." -Gone With the Wind
"'Round the bend, the sun is in the sky." -Aqualung
"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two." -St. Augustine
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