Vincent Van Gogh - The Mulberry Tree (1889)

Tony Hoagland, from “Peaceful Transition”, What Narcissism Means to Me

The calm before a storm; the love before a loss

"It was God's own fault, for taunting her as He had. For not granting her what He had granted so many other women"

-Khaled Hosseini

Well, i wanna say this is incorrect but it... is not quite incorrect.

Have you guys felt the... distance? Something that you can never get? But it's right there. But you can't get it. But she sits next to you, right on the passenger sear. But you mustn't look. You want to look. Ohhhh you want to look, so bad, that you don't care if you run over human beings or puppies or if you run into a fucking tree. You want to look at her. But you mustn't. She's there, closer than an arm's distance, but you daren't reach out. She speaks to you, yes, she does, and you can't, because if you did, you'd scream of your voracious desire for her and that... apparently, isn't good. So you mustn't. You see her hands. The faded nail polish, and you remember their softness, but you better not attempt to hold them! Even though that's the only thing in the world that matters to you. Even though you think hiding your fucking head in her embrace is the only thing worth doing with your meaningless existence. You better not do it. You must be careful showing how much you care, that tends to scare people away. And you don't want to scare her away. Besides, how much farther could she possibly go? She's right there, but you can't get her. Yeah. Have you?

I don't like you

Grab a seat and wait for me to give a fuck