“ Life is nasty, brutish, and short. Death is easy. ”
This is how most stories end in the hospital. Not with crash carts and sirens and electric shocks to the chest, but with an empty room, a crisp white bed, silence.
~ Jacob M. Appel
Marriage is like a series of opposing reflections, inverse images getting ever smaller like nesting dolls, each one of your trying to squeeze yourself smaller to fit inside the hopes of the other, until one of you cracks or stops existing.
Nothing spices up one's sex life like having a partner.
I used to dream of true love; now I'm open to false, but convincing....
