Best bit of advice I've read today:
'Don’t worry if you don’t marry the first dude you fall truly and deeply for because no one ever does.'
I will forget; it is impossible to maintain the intensity of emotions once they're past. I know this because I am already forgetting, and it terrifies me. Nothing is permanent, nothing - even sturdy rock can disappear with the wind or sea - but it is nice to pretend it is.
Even if that amounts to setting yourself up for a fall.
Tuesday, 17 May 2011
If I were to ever get a tattoo (sometimes I am tempted, but am so fickle that anything involving permanence freaks me out) I would want it to look something like this lovely little fox, a marginal drawing in Gerald of Wale's 'History and Topography of Ireland'.
(ps the British Library's online gallery of illuminated manuscripts in wonderful)