No man is wise enough, nor good enough to be trusted with unlimited power.

what a difference a week makes. though my heart is fine, you’re still on my mind.

i could stare at my phone all day just waiting for his call because for those 3 minutes it feels like he’s actually here, like he’s invested. you know the way it should be. long distance sucks. im not good at this anymore.



Morrissey meditating on Wilde’s words.


there i was waiting for the call, just to hear his voice would’ve made my day. i couldn’t wait to tell him about my pointless work stories and what i did today, but that’s the difference between men and women i guess. it’s not just a phone call, it’s the initiative. moving on.