I bet it hurts to read permanence. I used to think on all of this and how you don’t. Damn it’s hard to find sustenance when all I had was love for this and now you don’t. Now I just abuse substances to drown out your accomplishments, however few.
All of this frustrates me bad cause I can’t stay mad at you or change anything that I had. She told me don’t think like that, it’s really not that bad. I hope this makes you sad. I hope this makes you sad.
The Story So Far // Navy Blue
- Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via anamorphosis-and-isolate)
- Rick Warren