The human race is a monotonous affair. Most people spend the greatest part of their time working in order to live, and what little freedom remains so fills them with fear that they seek out any and every means to be rid of it.
you loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god. he tried to sweeten you, to water you down. so you left.
He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thing.
Everyone has a 2 AM and a 2 PM personality.
But I have infinite tenderness for you. I always will.
Until you get comfortable with being alone, you’ll never know if you’re choosing someone out of love or loneliness.
Me on my wedding day: you still like me right