silvestre, 26. el tumblr del mess, no se ni qué hago verdaderamente, ¿sabes?. de todo un poco, como viene siendo normal.
random mess of gifs.tracking #userjoecolliers.
It’s like I’m reading a book… and it’s a book I deeply love. But I’m reading it slowly now. So the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you… and the words of our story… but it’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now. It’s a place that’s not of the physical world. It’s where everything else is that I didn’t even know existed. I love you so much. But this is where I am now. And this who I am now. And I need you to let me go. As much as I want to, I can’t live your book any more.
I don’t live my life in black and white. And I do not want your fucked up, frigid ideas about anything. You know, I’m so sick of running away from who I am. There’s nothing wrong with success or pleasure, in fact, why am I apologizing for it? Mum, I have fucked everything that moves. And I’ve taken every drug known to man, all of them. Do you know what? I enjoyed every last minute of it.