“For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken.
It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.”—D. H. Lawrence; from “Pomegranate,” in The Selected Poems of D. H. Lawrence, revised edition (Penguin, 1986)
“I think she’s special. She doesn’t need anyone. Like that’s the thing. Even if we were together, she wouldn’t really belong to me. She doesn’t belong to anything. She’s off in her own world…”—Childish Gambino (via tealosophic)