#185 《Brideshead Revisited》

Just the place to bury a crock of gold.
I should like to bury something precious, in every place I've been happy.
And then when I was old, and ugly and miserable,
I could come back, and dig it up, and
remember.

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Things reoccurring
Desire, Control, Stupidity, Anxiety,  
like an annoying old family friend
You don't want to let him in
but you can't
If those are what making a feeling calls love
then they should be damned
Where is the place once the sun rises,
it never falls.
"When people hate with all their energy,
it is really something in themselves they are hating"
and that one thing insides me named Jealousy.
Sometimes, I really wish I didn't try to connect
then I might stay out of loneliness
yes, loneliness
It re-shapes all your thoughts and happiness.
but one thing it has done really well so far
which is showing all possibilties of life are fakes
except what and who you really want.