“A truth that has merely been learned adheres to us only as an artificial limb, a false tooth, a wax nose does, or at most like transplanted skin; but a truth won by thinking for ourself is like a natural limb: it alone really belongs to us. This is what determines the difference between a thinker and a mere scholar.”—
getting my hopes up. Stop talking to me when it’s only convenient for you. Stop telling me you miss me, then go and completely ignore me the very next day. Stop making me expect so much from you when you offer so little. Stop messing with my head. Stop playing games. JUST FUCKING STOP.