LOVE.

This is my favourite quote.This describes my entire love life.This describes anything that starts off passionately,and ends passionately.It is necessary.It is what makes you wholesome.


"It begins when the object of your affection bestows upon you a heady hallucinogenic dose of something you’ve never even dared to admit you wanted; an emotional speedball of thunderous love and excitement. Soon you start craving that attention with the hungry obsession of any junkie. When it’s withheld you turn sick, crazy, not to mention resentful of the dealer who encouraged this addiction in the first place but now refuses to pony up the good stuff. Goddamn him and he used to give it to you for free. Next stage finds you skinny, shaking in a corner, certain only that you’d sell your soul just to have that one thing one more time. Meanwhile the object of your adoration is now repulsed by you. He looks at you like someone he’s never met before. The irony is you can hardly blame him. I mean, check yourself out. You’re a mess, unrecognizable even to your own eyes. You have now reached infatuations final destination, the complete and merciless devaluation of self."

This is why we need to prioritize and base our source of happiness not solely on a person,but on other things,as materialistic as they maybe.Yet,i would say,there is nothing that compares to the happiness that emanates from a person.They are other kinds of happiness.But not the same.Never the same.