"Love is by definition an unmerited gift; being loved without meriting it is the very proof of real love. If a woman tells me: I love you because you’re intelligent, because you’re decent, because you buy me gifts, because you don’t chase women, because you do the dishes, then I’m disappointed; such love seems a rather self-interested business. How much finer it is to hear: I’m crazy about you even though you’re neither intelligent nor decent, even though you’re a liar, an egotist, a bastard."
- Milan Kundera, Slowness (via floralnymph)
(via wastedseductions)
"My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears."
- Jack Kerouac, Atop an Underwood (via puppetsandrobots)
(Source: larmoyante, via moonlight--walking)
Family rule : double crossing.
