"Dreams, memories, the sacred--they are all alike in that they are beyond our grasp. Once we are even marginally separated from what we can touch, the object is sanctified; it acquires the beauty of the unattainable, the quality of the miraculous. Everything, really, has this quality of sacredness, but we can desecrate it at a touch. How strange man is! His touch defiles and yet he contains the source of miracles." - Yukio Mishima
You know what I feel about this year?
It feels like my mind is finally awake.
And you know what being in love with someone who isn't the right one does to you?
It puts you in a stand still.
So move along when you know it's wrong.
X
Mars
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