#bukowski

and mahmoud darwish said ‘and if happiness should surprise you again, do not mention its previous betrayal.

there was a time when i could waste my time living vicariously through someone else’s eyes. their life, their style, i could dive in for hours on end until midnight. my phone screen lit up against the whiteness of my room’s walls, i would watch and study how aesthetic their life seemed to be.

unfortunately i do not have the time to waste time anymore. i have to live through my own eyes, my own aesthetic, my own world.