Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
— A Midsummer Night’s Dream (via unejeunedemoiselle)
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
Just had a pretty great night. But arghhgrhgh so frustrating
When you are so grateful to have met someone. Blows my mind
Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in cheap rooms just staring at the knobs of some dresser or listening to the rain in the dark. The less I needed, the better I felt.
— Charles Bukowski, Let it Enfold You (via monsieurwintour)
