Are you punishing me or is life really this coincidental?
I resist and resist and resist but lord almighty restrictions would do me good.
FREEDOM IN BOUNDRARIES
HAPPINESS IN RESTRICTION
I BELIEVE I BELIEVE I DO I DO
I get it! I know why those that can follow the rules do! I want to too! I want to follow!
Much easier, much better! Less questions, less obstacles!
I want one thing, and I want to go for it!
I WANT ONE THING AND I WANT TO FOLLOW THROUGH.
I walked into the room to find you naked on the couch, listening to “Letter for Hermione” on repeat.
A million things happening at once and I was separate from it, in a calm, observant, and detached but sympathetic space. Everything was swirling and buzzing around me. I looked over and you were as surprised as I was — we were in the same place. You curiously smiled. “Oh, you too?”
"Almost from childhood, Tereza had used the term (concentration camp) to express how she felt about life with her family. A concentration camp is a world in which people live crammed together constantly, night and day. Brutality and violence are merely secondary (and not in the least indispensable) characteristics. A concentration camp is the complete obliteration of privacy… Tereza lived in a concentration camp when she lived with her mother. Almost from childhood, she knew that a concentration camp was nothing exceptional or startling but something very basic, a given into which we are born and from which we can escape only with the greatest of efforts."
This book is currently in my bathroom.