“You want to write about addiction? Sure. That’s cool. Why don’t you tell me how glamourous it is? How fucking romantic. How absolutely fucking literary it is to spend half your days— Tell you what. How about you get to work being literary, and you come back to me. Find out what it’s like to fucking need something, just to feel like a real person. Find out what it’s like to be trying to kill yourself by inches. Find out what it’s like to feel like you’re being eaten alive from the inside, when you can’t think about anything in the world except your next fix. Withdrawal is a monster. You fight that, you get to talk to me about addiction.”
nowhere near what i had in mind, but on the same sorta track?? seth doesn’t appreciate the poets in his life talking about how they want to emulate poe, right down to his gutterfaced expiration.