"what form does love take? is it a bowstring, taut with desire? a soft quilt, comforting and warm? or is it a perfect circle, made of two halves, fit seemingly together as one? when i see love, i think of two halves of a spinning top. together, their weight balances each other and allows them to go spinning forever, appearing almost magic. but if they come apart, all that is left is two broken pieces that cannot stand on their own. then love is mutual dependence." - lightning farron, yusnaan














