There were moments in my life when I felt I was stronger on my own.
What is the difference between love and obsession? Didn’t both make you stay up all night, wandering the streets, a victim of your own imagination, your own heartbeat? Didn’t you fall into both, headfirst into quicksand? Wasn’t every man in love a fool and every woman a slave?
Love was like rain; it turned to ice, or it disappeared. Now you saw it, now you couldn’t find it no matter how hard you might search. Love evaporated; obsession was realer; it hurt, like a pin in your bottom, a stone in your shoe. It didn’t go away in the blink of an eye. A morning phone call filled with regret. A letter that said ‘Dear you, good-bye from me.’ Obsession tasted like something familiar. Something you’d known your whole life. It settle and lurked; it stayed with you.— Alice Hoffman, The Ice Queen
Anne Morrow Lindbergh (via simko) (via riotrepublic)
reminds me of someone.