You selfish pig, I wanted this, but that doesn’t ease the ache. Learn to be a man, and I shall learn to heal. Though your lessen, I know, will be harder. If the trials you’ve been through have not yet tempered your spine, than you have a challenging battle ahead of you. I am used to pain, to heartbreak, to loss. I wish you happiness, and I also, shamefully, wish you remorse. xox
We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.
- Charles Bukowski (via girlwithoutwings)