This is an oldie (oldy?) that I completely forgot about until I found it floating around on Tumblr last week (thanks, collective internet archive/time capsule), but I think it still holds true. It is also a reminder that I am getting hungry and need to go make lunch.
If you want me to do a chart based on your lunch, please drop me a line in the comments (first come, first served).
Don’t worry, the shearling coat stays on.
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
Neil Gaiman (via left-nut)