April 2012
when im in bed with the lights off and my music loud on here.. i get sad but i love u alot alot alot alot alot alot alot and i know i fucked up by not clalling u... ur going to be so sucessful and as much as i want to fucking bash ur tits off when u dont let me hug u i fucking love u
Don’t be sad. You have so many things going for you things that I don’t have so I have to bury my head in books to make up for it. I love you heaps Zac, you’re one of my favourite people ever- and that means something, yeah? xx
“I know that it might be better for you to come out from under your might-have-beens, into the winds of the world. And while I tell you, I am myself sifting my memories, the way men pan the dirt under a barroom floor for the bits of gold dust that fall between the cracks. It’s small mining - small mining. You’re too young a man to be panning memories, Adam. You should be getting yourself some new ones, so that the mining will be richer when you come to age.”
—John Steinbeck, East of Eden, Samuel Hamilton to Adam Trask
