The Thoughts I Promised Beg To Differ

I Promised That I WILL be There For You, I Promised Nothing, But Caresses To You; I Promised Nothing, But Paradise; I Promised To Love You With All Of My Heart, I Promised To Never Let You Down, I Promised To Cherish Our Moments, I Promised To DANCE for You, I Promised To Sing For You, I Promised To Hug You, And Embrace You Whole Heartedly, I Promised To Kiss You One Day, I Promised…

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Marina Tsvetaeva, from "Homesickness", Selected Poems (trans. Elaine Feinstein, with Angela Livingstone) [ID'd]

hard truths

Happy Christmas, Henry

  — Hope is Lonely, Kim Seung Hee (tr. Brother Anthony)

[text ID: hope and I, / hope is a life sentence, / hope is lonely.]

In my dream I apologize to everyone I meet. Instead of introducing myself, I apologize for not knowing why I am alive. I am sorry. I am sorry. I apologize. In real life, oddly enough, when I am fully awake and out and about, if I catch someone’s eye, I quickly look away. Perhaps this too is a form of apology. Perhaps this is the form apologies take in real life. In real life the looking away is the apology, despite the fact that when I look away I almost always feel guilty; I do not feel as if I have apologized. Instead I feel as if I have created a reason to apologize, I feel the guilt of having ignored that thing—the encounter. I could have nodded, I could have smiled without showing my teeth. In some small way I could have wordlessly said, I see you seeing me and I apologize for not knowing why I am alive. I am sorry. I am sorry. I apologize. Afterwards, after I have looked away, I never feel as if I can say, Look, look at me again so that I can see you, so that I can acknowledge that I have seen you, so that I can see you and apologize.

Claudia Rankine, Don’t Let Me Be Lonely: An American Lyric

"The night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started."

- Ernest Hemingway

And in just a blink of an eye, you were ripped away from me. 😭💔 Oh how I miss you.

am i as heartless as you make me seem?

The Roses’ Lament 🥀

hi!! i was wondering if you could do a web weave on feeling unloveable but in the romantic sense? like in the way where you’re one to have really great platonic and familial relationships but when it comes to craving and seeking a romantic connection it’s like everyone wants absolutely nothing to do with you all of a sudden

Olivia Laing The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone / unknown / Margaret Atwood / Taylor Steele Shocker / unknown / pinterest / Sierra DeMulder Today Means Amen

I was lost in someone who was never mine.

This poem (Let Dead Dogs Die by Silas Denver Melvin) is just so tensimm to me

leave me alone!!!

An ordinary hand — just lonely for something to touch that touches back.

Anne Sexton, The Touch

So this is what true loneliness feels like.