— T.S. Eliot, from a 1922 essay (via takingfrenchleave)
"Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different."
love is to fall for an everchanging enigma with each day that passes and be left wanting. with or without, i will always be wanting, what more is there to want?