Love Stinks
Reflections and advice on relationships, life, love and the meaning of it all…

Love Stinks

March 14

March 14th, 2008 . by TheGirl


Wild nights. Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile the winds
To a heart in port
Done with the compass
Done with the chart.

Rowing in Eden.
Ah, the sea.
Might I but moor
Tonight with thee!

- Emily Dickinson, Wild Nights 

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