“I, in my corner, with my monstrous needs.”
— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks (1964 - 1980)
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@abettergoodbye
“I, in my corner, with my monstrous needs.”
— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks (1964 - 1980)
You seem pretty avoidant for someone so desperate for love.
You left a scar on my music taste. And now you don’t even remember the songs you sent me when we were us.
If you find someone who makes you smile, who checks up on you often to see if you're okay. Who watches out or you and wants the best for you. Who loves and respects you. Don't let them go. People like that are hard to find.
-Franz Kafka
My therapist told me: Adult friendships need patience, not pressure. People disappear sometimes, not because they don't care, but because life asks more of them than they can explain. Silence can be survival. Distance can be healing. Before assuming you've been forgotten, choose kindness over conclusions. Reach out softly, connection often returns when met with grace.
If I was so easy to love, why the fuck did you stop?
Do you think you weren't loved enough?"
"Somewhere between 'not enough' and 'not at all. I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it - to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once. But they never gave that to me. Never, not once.
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood