"The fun part is, you don’t know what makes them laugh until you did something to get a smile. You don’t know what makes them think till you brought up the right subject. You don’t know what makes them quiver till she lets you touch her, and you don’t know what makes them moan till she lets you fuck her. The problem is that you don’t know what makes them tick until you made her angry. And you don’t know what makes them cry till you’ve hurt her. And you don’t know what the unforgivable is until you’ve done it."
Excuse yourself for getting to know her.
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
I want to see you naked before I go to bed.
|—||Kurt Cobain (via emptieds)|