A Gentleman made of Salt-Water, Mountains, Tattoos and Ship-Wrecks
Thursday, January 17, 2008
I don't understand the human heart. Only pain makes it grow stronger. Only sorrow makes it kind. Contentment makes it wither, and joy seems to build walls around it. The heart is perverse, and it is cruel, I hate the heart and it seems to hate me
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