alcoholic summer

“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The only place outside of heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers of love is hell."
― C.S. Lewis

I don't want to be perfectly safe from love. I want to feel love in it's realness. Real quality. Genuineness. Not cheap lies, forced with patient smiles. Don't feed me that. I deserve better. We all do.

[love] (luhv) 

  1. profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person
 2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
 3.sexual passion or desire.
 4. a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person;sweetheart.


  1. This is a good goal, and it takes great strength to follow through. Don't give up.

    Side note: This quote was recently paraphrased to me, by a dear friend.

  2. Perhaps "policy" if a better word than "goal."