“In ballads, love is a disease, an affliction. You contract it as a mortal might contract one of their viruses. Perhaps a touch of hands or a brush of lips, and then it is as though your whole body is fevered and fighting it. But there's no way to prevent it from running its course.”
“That's a remarkably poetic and profoundly awful view of love.”
“I was never in love before, so all I had were ballads to go by.”
— Apr 07, 2024 12:26PM
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