This book I’m reading now, “La mecanique du coeur”, in it’s bittersweet, whimsical and gothic way makes me feel like a Tim Burton character.
If people could see inside me, would they like me more or less? Would anyone, anyone out there love me?
I could have fallen in love a thousand times before if only someone had known me.
*Poets of the Fall – King of Fools
i’ve felt that way before, still do sometimes.
Thank god it doesn’t last long 🙂