The Mademoiselle Manifesto

I go to seek a great perhaps.

part one

Abigail is a bit confused. She gets angry and jealous. She loves this man…who really should be called a boy because he doesn’t know what he wants or how to deal with life. This is where Abigail comes in, or at least, it’s where she thinks she comes in. You see, she has this inherently tragic flaw of trying to fix people. It probably stems from her fundamental need of being needed. And when someone is broken, that’s when they need constant support—this is where Abigail thrives.

She loves this man…who really should be called a boy…and he’s perfectly suited for her in that twisted way fate can present life to us. He was broken in the most fundamental way.

And she called this love.

waltzingmatildablog: sparklybits: I never tire of seeing these finger art creations. This one gives me the giggles. I love it when people do this, it always brings a smile to my face.

waltzingmatildablog:

sparklybits:

I never tire of seeing these finger art creations. This one gives me the giggles.

I love it when people do this, it always brings a smile to my face.

(Source: fawky0uu)

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. To love is to be vulnerable.