So I’m trying to understand why I smoke cigarettes. They don’t fuck me up. They’re expensive. They cause cancer and several other health issues. They make me smell and often increase my chances of getting sick. But in the end, I still pay almost 9 dollars a day to kill myself. And the worst part is… None of those facts bother me. Why?
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”—Anaïs Nin (via adjectival)