It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.
Jack Kerouac (via wordsnquotes)
And silence, like darkness, can be kind; it, too, is a language.
Hanif Kureishi,”Intimacy” (via fatifer)