The letter.

w/o you, my life is a hospital waiting-room w harsh fluorescent lights and peeling lino on the floor? What you r doing to me is inhumane. The worst thing is that even in my waiting room, I’m all alone: There is no walking wounded, no bleeding heart to reassure me, no magazines on the coffee-table to take my mind off things, no numbered ticket which might allow me to hope that one day my wait till end. My stomach aches, and there’s no one to nurse me better. Love is an ache in the pit of my stomach, and you re the only cure

( Love lasts 3 years)

When love ends

If you’re in love, when exactly did you start to lie? Are you really still excited to be going home to the same person every night? Have you ever said “I love you” when you didn’t really mean it? In every relationship, there comes a critical moment when you yourself have to make the effort. When suddenly “I love you” doesn’t sound the same. For me, it was shaving. Every night I shaved so I wouldn’t scratch Anne when I kissed her goodnight. Then, one night, I didn’t shave. Anne was already asleep so I didnt think it meant anything; after all, she’d never now. In fact it meant I didn’t love her any more

( Love lasts 3 years)

Đinh.

“Vẻ đẹp của phố cổ” – bà tâm sự “đó không phải là làm cái nhà đẹp hơn, không phải trang trí cho nó thật là đàng hoàng, nhà bà cũng không hề đàng hoàng tí gì, bàn ghế rất là cũ kĩ, bản thân bà cũng là một con người rất cũ kĩ, không son phấn, không… gì cả, không phải trang hoàng cho đẹp đẽ, bản thân mình thế nào nó là như vậy, cái chính là cái duyên ở bên trong”. Cái duyên ở bên trong của đất Hà Thành, của phố cổ, theo như bà gọi, nó là cái duyên ngầm.

via Khuyết