I don’t watch porn anymore. Just get off on cherry blossoms falling and the sound of waterfalls and shit.
I suppose falling in love means allowing yourself to be taken away from reality—to lose a part of your rationality—and it’s okay. It’s fine to be taken hold by partial insanity. To lose some part of yourself in hopes of gaining another, more valuable piece.
new you // my bloody valentine
— Ann Patchett, Bel Canto (via observando)