...everything will end, like love ends, like sugar, salt, like matches, life and
crumbs, like thick novels, like the first snow, like childhood, like love.
Then they will come and take away the
Dear Jennifer!
I read your letter, I cried, then I laughed and cried again...
Why do you write to me every year? I read your letters when you were 5, 7 and
even
Right now everyone is carrying around this "self-love" thing as the
one-size-fits-all remedy that will make you popular, rich, beautiful.
And then comes the reality.
That nothing
After trying myself (in various art forms) in several marriages as well as
cohabitations (think nothing of it) in the same territory with cats and dogs, I
have come to the conclusion.
We