Everything’s kind of working out, and I’m still not happy. I think I got a promotion at work. Lar even wants to take me on a romantic getaway to AC — or as romantic as a getaway to AC can get. He’s not you, though.
you know what’s fucked up?
that you can be without someone for six months, a year, five years and have mastered not thinking about them, but no matter how much time passes there will always be that moment where you see a photo of them or catch a little of their cologne on a crowed street and suddenly you’re plagued with a rapidly sinking stomach and the relentless question, “what did i do wrong?”
(Source: , via penishole)
Things I will do when I have money:
Garfunkel & Oates, “Rule 34”