You'll always be my Konstantine

I want change, I crave it. I get bored so easily. That's why I'm always braced for the run, to try an escape that ever encroaching darkness that promises to hollow me out again. I hate when things remind me of the people who've left me behind. I hate when I still look at them and miss them. But the worst is when I miss people who still willingly call themselves mine.

Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night from the pain of missing a place I've never been. This is where the loneliness strikes.
Mon Jan 30

theimperfectascent replied to your post: 2, 12, 14, 22, 31, 40. Go.

your dream library sounds just like mine~
I’m very okay with that.
Goes with our…Greece[?] plan.