That’s the thing about women. There’s no good way to be one. Wear your emotions on your sleeve and you’re hysterical. Keep them tucked away where your boyfriend doesn’t have to tend to them and you’re a heartless bitch.
That’s the thing about women. There’s no good way to be one. Wear your emotions on your sleeve and you’re hysterical. Keep them tucked away where your boyfriend doesn’t have to tend to them and you’re a heartless bitch.
Before you there lie the Steppes, my darling—only the Steppes, the naked Steppes, the Steppes that are as bare as the palm of my hand. There there live only heartless old women and rude peasants and drunkards. There the trees have already shed their leaves. There abide but rain and cold.
“You’re not as heartless as you think, Liam.”
“I’m not as heartless as you think.”
That’s the thing about women. There’s no good way to be one. Wear your emotions on your sleeve and you’re hysterical. Keep them tucked away where your boyfriend doesn’t have to tend to them and you’re a heartless bitch.
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Perhaps this is just punishment for those who have been heartless, to understand only when nothing can be undone.
"Somewhere far along this road he lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
How could you be so heartless?"
Burada kendi yatağımda hissetmediğim bir rahatlık var. Sabahın sessizliğinde tek söz söylenmeden tek bir dokunuş olmadan sadece uykudan sıyrılırken var olan bu dinginlikte, kalmamda ısrar eden bir güven duygusu var. Burada güvendeyim. İşte özgürüm. İşte evdeyim.
