there are so many things that will never happen to me again, and i never noticed when those things stopped occurring. and it does not mean i wish i had my old life back, because i like my new life better; i was just shocked to discover how much of what used to be central to my existence doesn’t even matter to me anymore.
chuck klosterman,
killing yourself to live. (via 13000unitsofthing)
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