when you really hate the fuck out of someone but you cant say shit because everyone else loves them and you know deep down in your cold dead heart that they’re a terrible person
there needs to be a month between august and september
son i have news for you
when you lose your phone in the blanket and you just
We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It’s our own concept—our own selves—that we love."
- Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via thatkindofwoman)