“here was the secret of happiness, about which philosophers had disputed for so many ages, at once discovered; happiness might now be bought for a penny, and carried in the waistcoat-pocket; portable ecstasies might be had corked up in a pint-bottle; and peace of mind could be sent down by the mail.” -Thomas de Quincey, Confessions of an English Opium Eater
The Moth don't care when he sees The Flame.
He might get burned, but he's in the game.
And once he's in, he can't go back, he'll
Beat his wings 'til he burns them black...
i hope when ur rotting in the ground with the rest of us, you look back and realise that you wasted your life away believing in someone that didnt exist.
