“You often think loneliness is sitting alone in a dark corner, hiding yourself from the world, no one bothering to talk to you.
But it’s not.
It’s sitting on your bed at two in the morning with an aching soul, a broken mind, and no one to call.
It’s a never ending black hole, vacuuming any light that approaches; vanishing in an instant.
It’s knowing that no matter how many fake smiles you try to compose, everyone can see through your transparency.
It’s an anchor, holding you underwater, and no matter how close you think you are to drawing a breath, you never break the surface.
Loneliness isn’t locking yourself away,
Loneliness is being alive.”—t.a.t. (two am thoughts)
“When you feel perpetually unmotivated, you start questioning your existence in an unhealthy way; everything becomes a pseudo intellectual question you have no interest in responding whatsoever. This whole process becomes your very skin and it does not merely affect you; it actually defines you. So, you see yourself as a shadowy figure unworthy of developing interest, unworthy of wondering about the world - profoundly unworthy in every sense and deeply absent in your very presence.”—Ingmar Bergman (via sullenmoons)
“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald (via un-exotic)
I literally crave affection. It’s not about sex. I crave somebody to cuddle with me, and to lay their head on my lap. I crave kisses, holding hands and running my thumb across theirs. Just looking at someone and thinking “how did I get this lucky”.