"She felt somehow very like him—the young man who had killed himself. She felt glad that he had done it; thrown it away. The clock was striking. The leaden circles dissolved in the air. He made her feel the beauty; made her feel the fun. But she must go back. She must assemble." - Virginia Woolf
Thursday, October 7, 2010
I want to hold your hand
If I had to pick my perfect love song, it would be "I Want To Hold Your Hand" by the Beatles. Simple song, simple meaning, simple act of loving... holding hands.
There's something so beautiful in the act holding hands.
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