to wild to live, to beautiful to die.
Dnevnik o ljubavi, meni i nekim pticama.
“It’s a mistake you always made…trying to love a wild thing.
You’re always lugging home wild things…
Once was a hawk with a broken wing, and then was a full grown wildcat with a broken leg…Remember?
You mustn’t give your heart to a wild thing.
The more you do the stronger they get. Strong enough to run into the woods and fly into a tree,
and then to a higher tree, and then to the sky.”
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