We waste so many days waiting for weekend. So many nights wanting morning. Our lust for future comfort is the biggest thief of life.

arroused:

Mums journal when she was my age
'I felt that in comparison I am insignificant Achieved nothing, a nobody So when the novelty of coming inside me has worn off what could I possibly have to offer you? Love?’

arroused:

Mums journal when she was my age

'I felt that in comparison I am insignificant
Achieved nothing, a nobody
So when the novelty of coming inside me has worn off what could I possibly have to offer you? Love?’

Doctor: do you drink or smoke?

Me: no

Doctor: (under his breath) what a loser