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grendel-menz · 3 months ago
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a wife and a stranger
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linkinmoon · a year ago
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Charles Bukowski, Pulp
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morepeachyogurt · 6 months ago
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i don’t know who i am, so how could you?
1. anne carson // 2. the wonder years // 3. kaye donachie // 4. phoebe bridgers // 5. shane mccrae // 6. @anjalimehta // 7. ursula k. le guin // 8. margret atwood // 9. nikos kazantzakis // 10. philip geiger // 11. bell hooks // 12. @julykings // 13. sylvia plath
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starlightacademia · a month ago
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I think that's what happens when you've lived a lonely childhood. You get too attached to people as you get older, in the hope that they'll give you the care and love that you missed out on and never leave you.
— elsiewarrenswords (via wnq-writers)
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deadlyd0ll · 3 months ago
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do you ever think about what could have been?
frank ocean/edward hopper/taylor swift/anne sexton/wong car wai/idk?/lana del rey/idk again sorry 🙏
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letsbelonelytogetherr · a month ago
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i sometimes wish there was someone i could do insane things with, and i don't mean anything sexual here but like dressing up as our favorite fictional characters, watching the sunsets, roam around the city with nowhere to go, make the lamest jokes possible and scream when we catch eyes with each other in public, celebrate our birthdays and achievements (even the smallest ones), eat food together, hug each other when either of us isn't feeling right, be there for each other (not to fight with anyone who wronged us but to just be.)
no matter how many times someone compliments me and tells "your future partner is going to be super lucky" there is this hollowness that runs like a thread through me and it behaves like a rollercoaster, sometimes zero but sometimes infinite. I wish i could explain how lucky are those who have casual friends they can hang out with, the ones with whom they can share laughter and make those "teenage" memories.
the word "insane" at the start might sound a bit off but to me who has never shared moments like you have, its extraordinary insane but in a melancholically painful yet beautiful way.
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sweet-child-of-night · a month ago
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too exhausted to explain my soul to someone again just for them to puncture it all over again.
nocturne, excerpts from my journal
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mais-e · 7 months ago
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"I wish I did not have to sugarcoat my sadness, but if you swallowed it raw, naked, and uncouth, it would curdle your insides and shrivel up your tongue."
- A.I.// for a string of bad days.
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destroyymee · 2 months ago
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what am I supposed to do with my life? I can’t even make simple decisions.
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silently-screaming-insidee · 12 months ago
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Why do I even bother trying anymore. Nothing i do is ever good enough
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greymintsblog · a month ago
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I waited for you. Like the moon waits the day. But life goes on.
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humblelovesblog · 2 months ago
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I forgot what okay feels like
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tadpole-art · 11 months ago
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Oh shooting star, look how you've fallen
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starlightacademia · a month ago
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What does it feel like to be lonely? It feels like being hungry: like being hungry when everyone around you is readying for a feast. It feels shame ful and alarming, and over time these feelings radiate outwards, making the lonely person increasingly isolated, increasingly estranged. It hurts, in the way that feelings do, and it also has physical consequences that take place invisibly, inside the closed compartments of the body. It advances, is what I'm trying to say, cold as ice and clear as glass, enclosing and engulfing.
— Olivia Laing, The Lonely City
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wolfyoucanttame · a month ago
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It made me lonely. And when I say lonely, I mean the kind of loneliness that howls through you like a desert wind. It wasn't just the loss of people I had known but also the loss of myself. The loss of who I had been with them.
- Matt Haig, how to stop time.
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bluedragonflydream · 2 months ago
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I never wanted someone to save me.
Please stay. I can't be saved, that shouldn't be your goal. Just stay and make my existence bearable. Just stay, laugh with me, talk to me. Don't leave because you can't save me. Stay because no one can. Just stay. Please
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kafkasapartment · 8 months ago
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Lena Horne, New York, Sept. 30-1954. Vivian Maier.
I'll go my way by myself, this is the end of romance. I'll go my way by myself, love is only a dance. I'll try to apply myself and teach my heart to sing. I'll go my way by myself like a bird on the wing,
as sung by Lena Horne, written by Arthur Schwartz and Howard Dietz.
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