Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?
The feelings that hurt the most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd: the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; the nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence.
From The Book of Disquiet by Fernando Pessoa, translated from the Portuguese by Richard Zenith. (via androphilia)