“3. I encounter millions of bodies in my life; of these millions, I may desire some hundreds; but of these hundreds, I only love one. The other with whom I am in love designates for me the specialty of my desire. This choice, so rigorous that it retains only the Unique, constitutes, it is said, the difference between the analytical transference and the amorous transference; one is universal, the other specific. It has taken many accidents, many surprising coincidences (and perhaps many efforts), for me to find the Image which, out of a thousand, suits my desire.[…]”
I wish I was good; really really good at something! And if I am good at something, I wish I knew what that something was.
"Being photographed does not make a man a good writer. It doesn't make a man anything." - Bukowski
when I put my arms around you, I mean it.