pardon the way i stare...

(You're just too good to be true...Can't take my eyes off of you... )






“Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.”
Sylvia Plath







(fancy passing this on my way to a serious meeting...a passing fancy really...i know it's early but...it's never too late early for infatuation... )


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