"No, we weren’t lovers, but in a way we had opened ourselves to each other even more deeply than lovers do. The thought caused me a good deal of grief. What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for - and to do it so unconsciously."
Haruki Murakami (via arziyan)
(Source: shahmeer)
19 May 2012 / Reblogged from waveofeuph0ria with 66 notes
"Let’s face it. We’re undone by each other. And if we’re not, we’re missing something. If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact. It may be that one wants to, or does, but it may also be that despite one’s best efforts, one is undone, in the face of the other, by the touch, by the scent, by the feel, by the prospect of the touch, by the memory of the feel."
Judith Butler, Undoing Gender (via fernsandmoss)
19 May 2012 / Reblogged from fernsandmoss with 115 notes
