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Mă ustură pielea
Pe locul de unde te-ai rupt.
Şi mi-e frig.
— Ana Blandiana

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Types of Love

Aristotelian Love – Your partner completes you.
Newtonian Love – There’s a strong attraction between your bodies.
Freudian Love – They’re the partner of your dreams.
Lacanian Love – You want them to want you.
Foucauldian Love – You like to discipline and punish.
Hegelian Love – There’s this whole master-slave dynamic.
Shakespearean Love – Sometimes you pretend to be other people in bed.
Joycean Love – Sometimes you see other people.
Arthurian Love – One partner is married.
Schrödingerian Love – On the verge of collapse.
Heisenbergian Love – Moving fast, but you don’t know where it’s going.
Heideggerian Love – When you can’t be without your partner.
Homeric Love – You’re cousins.
Lovecraftian Love – Horrible and indescribable.

Invincible Summer

“She was interested in everything, wanted to experience all that life had to offer.”

 

“Sometimes I wonder if I’m more motivated by fear than anything else.”

 

“Doesn’t it drive you insane sometimes, not knowing how it’s all going to turn out? Like, literally anything could happen.”

 

“Because other people take you at your own valuation?”
“Exactly. Value yourself highly and fight your own corner, because no one else is going to do it for you.”

 

“The great surprise of the adult world had been that no one really knew what they
were doing, and especially not the people who exuded impenetrable confidence.”

 

“I guess this is what happens when you grow up. People drift off in their own directions. Sometimes I look around at my job and my flat and my car and can’t believe that people have mistaken me for an adult and let me have all of this. But this is it, isn’t it? We’re the grownups now.”

 

“After he’d finally disappeared she remained sitting there alone, letting the air darken around her and her hands grow cold and her mind go numb.”

 

“That was life: you put one foot in front of the other.”

“The ingredients
were all there: a prodigious and obsessive talent for drawing
and painting, a quirky, original eye, supplemented by striking
good looks and a tough, irreverent attitude to life. She
had a certain shine, a vividness about her; she was just one
of those people who generated their own gravity, causing
people to cluster around her and try to please her. It was
impossible to imagine her being anything other than a great
success.”

-Invinsible Summer

25

“I feel like my soulmate broke up with me. I know you are not my soulmate, a good reason being that he would never do that. But I swear to God, you are different because I can’t move on. I cannot stop missing you. And if this was everything that can be between us (I can’t believe this), then I don’t know what is wrong with me. Because I putted my bet on us but you keep pushing me away. I know pain. I’ve been through a lot of shit.. I know pain, believe me. But this, the feeling that we are broken up, that we don’t talk, that I can’t spend the most amazing days with you, that I cannot hear your laugh, your stupid jokes, it breaks me to tears everythime I think of that. And I don’t cry easily. I barely cry. But for you, in the middle of the day, I burst into tears in the supermarket. And the worst feeling is that I don’t think you suffer, I don’t think you care as much as I do. It breaks my heart in ways I cannot explain. And I cannot accept the fact that this, us, is over. I can’t. I know I should start do that, but I just can’t. I don’t care about boys, I don’t care about flirting, I don’t care about anybody else. And I will try. But everytime I talk with someone, I always think you would answer me differently, or you would know exactly what I want to say. And I am so done suffering this much. Missing you is breaking every single atom in my body, and I am supposed to look like I am ok when I am so not. I still think this is love, but you stopped putting your bet on us, when you were the who did it in the first place.

 

I will forever miss you and I hate that. Because you should fight for me. But you don’t..”