“I watch him in the kitchen, and I think of how much it hurts to love somebody. How deep the hurt is, how almost unbearable. It’s not the love that hurts; it’s the possibility of anything happening to the object of your love.”— Augusten Burroughs, Magical Thinking
*gets addicted to literally anything that distracts me from the fact i exist*
*thinking to myself as i look at my reflection in the mirror at 2am* i’m cute but there’s something terribly wrong with me