Between the tea and toast

When we’ve succumb to decrepitude
Still our love remains in its youth

When we’ve succumb to decrepitude

Still our love remains in its youth

“We think you’ll find that every woman in her heart of hearts longs for three things: to be romanced, to play an irreplaceable role in a great adventure, and to unveil beauty. That’s what makes a woman come alive.”

Who cares if you disagree?

You are not me.

Who made you king of anything?

So you dare tell me who to be.

Who died and made you king of anything?

The bruises go away, and so does how you hate, and so does the feeling that everything you receive from life is something you have earned.

Perfection.

Perfection.