writers write about failed loves for a while; it makes for good reading.
but eventually the words die, along with any love left.
when a writer stops writing about you, you are essentially dead.
that’s why writers are the greatest lovers.
you were loved until the very last line.
The people you want never want you back. The people that want you, are the people you’d never date. The people who seem most amazing, live three thousand fucking miles away. And the only people you’re surrounded by are judgmental douche bags.
Why is this so accurate?
Whenever I see people write cos it makes me think of the cos(x).
I always now want to find the angel measurement between the two other given leg lengths…