I haven’t thought about being dead like I am right now in a really long time.

Which is definitely an accomplishment
but also makes moments like this worse than ever

Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.

Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via inter-vivos)