Sunday, October 18, 2015

Notes from my 87th trip (Concentration)

Sometimes that last thing you want to do is move forward, but you have to. Because that's life.

For all the people who are telling me that I'm doing the right thing by moving on from Flora, I respectfully ask you to kindly shut the fuck up. This will most likely never stop affecting me.

"I swear, I meet the most amazing people at these things."

"You know why that is, brother?"


"Because you're meeting yourself. This is all just one giant cosmic mirror."

When a writer can sum up an entire period of heartbreak into one casual passing sentence in a book is impressive.

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