I wonder how much more careful we’d be if the emotional pain we inflicted on others was represented to us in physical form. If every time we lied the pavement we stood on cracked. If every time we cheated the building we lent on collapsed. If every time we lead our lovers astray or told our mothers we hated them a hurricane swept through the cities we adored or explosions ruined the place we grew up in. If you had to spend the rest of your life staring at the devastation that you caused, would it still be so easy for you to come around and break my fucking heart?
― Andrew Schofield, Leave Her In The Rye (via weshouldwritepornography)