‘If there’s one thing I’ve learnt in my under-explored and unexperienced life, it’s this; that juxtapositions are a hell of a lot easier to annotate in Keats’ poetry than to deal with in people. It’s that whole ‘bittersweet’ scenario, the one that plays with your mind and never gives in.’
One person can be the most powerful and beautiful impact on your life yet somehow simultaneously drain every last little bit of hope and happiness out of you until one day you become so much less of you,and so much more of them.
They can be the best thing that’s ever happened to you, yet somehow tarnish and manipulate each decision, each belief, each choice you make for days, weeks, fucking years after they’ve gone. Little did you know, little can you do.
will I ever stop wishing for your best half? I will never stop scaring from your worst…
