Saturday, March 23, 2013

You shall be my pet

“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.” ― Anaïs Nin


“You shall be my pet, and my poppet, and my dearest little duck all the days of your life.” ― Anthony Trollope, Can You Forgive Her?

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