Intimidated by the thought of expending precious time on someone else. Wrapped up in creative endeavors, keeping busily distracted so as to not give a fuck about how we treat human beings. Our narcissism is our bliss.
I have a scary thought that I want to be in love because I think it will somehow save me from myself.
It is life’s biggest distraction. It is a way to step outside of yourself and into another person. To devote yourself to someone else. I was constantly thinking of him and who I was in relation and wondering who I should be now that I was with him. The act of the tattoo artist’s girlfriend. Perfecting the act of not giving a fuck about my appearance but also completely giving a fuck.