And also, for some reason I feel profoundly and mysteriously shy.
I think our perception of true love was created when we were super young, and influenced by attachments to our parents.
If you feel like you never got enough, that’s something that will haunt you for the rest of your life. You’ll always feel like you’re not loved enough. I think that music, books, literature, and film kind of fuck us up a bit too.
It’s a Buddhist thing: nothing lasts forever. I don’t know if you can find true love and call it a day. But I do believe that you can find true love. If you are not so attached to one single person, you’ll realize that true love is everywhere—friends, art, the world. I want to someday have a long relationship, because you learn so much.
I don’t want anyone to look to me, not for protection, not for happiness, not for love, not for anything.
Once again desire has made a ruin of us.
—Carole Maso, Beauty is Convulsive: The Passion of Frida Kahlo
There is no shame in being hungry for another person.