Saturday, February 7, 2009

the games we play....

She looked gloomy. ‘When man don’t love you, more you try, more he hate you, man like that. If you love them they treat you bad, if you don’t love them they after you night and day bothering your soul case out. I hear about you and your husband,’ she said.
— Wide Sargasso Sea, Jean Rhys

aint that the truth.

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