not-badforagirl: there were always two types of men in my life: the ones that cared too much and the ones that didn’t care enough. those who didn’t care enough made me sick to my stomach. they ate away at me, slowly, until they emptied my insides. those who cared too much drove me toward reclusion. but with that, i found peace and comfort in my own solitude. both made me the person i am today....
New affairs were exciting but they were also hard work. The first kiss, the...– Charles Bukowski (via not-badforagirl)