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A man capable of love is a rare thing indeed. Sure he’ll cry at a film, but when all passion is spent his mind will turn to labors of logic like mending a watch. Some say that art is love, but is love an art a fusion of instinct and technique a juggling of agony and ecstasy by a cruel and tender will. Men like the idea of love. Pleasant conversation plus sex, the rituals of romance venerate this airy notion in which everyone seems to believe. The civilizing forces of words and meaning are at work solving the sloppy mystery of love. One day men will work it out.
— (via sheryo)
Reblogged from sheryo's sketchbook
