I like men to behave like men. I like them strong and childish.
Illness is the opposite of freedom. It makes everything impossible.
Writing is just having a sheet of paper, a pen and not a shadow of an idea of what you are going to say.
For what are we looking for if not to please? I do not know if the desire to attract others comes from a superabundance of vitality, possessiveness, or the hidden, unspoken need to be reassured.
It isn't common sense that is paramount in this world, it's wishful thinking.
Unhappiness has nothing to teach, and resignation is ugly.