nickmiller:

Wet cobblestones after a light rain. Crosby Street in NYC.

"But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning."

- Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via larmoyante)

mynamesdiana:

this video brings me happiness

"

So you attempt to hide your loneliness in public, to behave, in fact, as though you have too many friends already, and thus you hope to attract people who will unwittingly save you. But it never works that way. Your condition is written all over your face, in the hunch of your shoulders, in the hollowness of your laugh. You fool no one.

Believe me in this; I’ve tried all the tricks of the lonely man.

"

- David Marusek (via larmoyante)

i end up begging everyone to stay but i’m the first one to run given the chance.

"I would love to say
that you
make me
weak in the knees
but
to be quite upfront
and completely
truthful
you
make my body
forget
it has knees
at all."

- Derrick Brown, Love Language (via weaverofstars)

"I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me."

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Thought Catalog (via swimmingpoolforants)