Performancing Metrics

stuff your eyes with wonder
❝ If you can love someone with your whole heart, even one person, then there’s salvation in life. Even if you can’t get together with that person. ❞
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via asymptotejournal)
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The sky caves in 
The devil cuts loose
You blow blow blow blow blow your fuse
When You’ve fallen in love

Björk - It’s Oh So Quiet

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It’s such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night
You can never get enough, enough of this stuff
It’s Friday, I’m in love ♥

The Cure - Friday I’m in Love

❝ The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man’s body. The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life’s most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. Conversely, the absolute absence of burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant. What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness? ❞
Milan Kundera - The Unbearable Lightness of Being
❝ Do you fall in love often?” Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all. ❞
Jeanette Winterson (via afterrains)

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❝ Are you anything akin to me, do you think, Jane?”

I could risk no sort of answer by this time; my heart was full.

“Because,” he said, “I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you — especially when you are near to me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous Channel, and two hundred miles or so of land, come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapped; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. ❞
Charlotte Brontë - Jane Eyre
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