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Oskar Zwintscher
Grief, 1898
“I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone and walking home alone. It gives me time to think and set my mind free. I like eating alone and listening to music alone. But when i see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their bestfriend, I realize that even though i like being alone, i don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who wont run away.”
— Hannah Nelson (via thecityofdreaming)
@iam.sk05
I need this
“[…] toujours est-il que mes souvenirs ne m’aidaient pas du tout. Ils en sont arrivés à se liguer ensemble contre moi pour m’empêcher de passer. C’était comme un embouteillage. Un épisode en tamponnait un autre, lequel en cabossait un troisième et ainsi de suite. Il en surgissait des nouveaux de partout, si bien que les positions respectives de chacun changeaient continuellement. Et puis, ils s’en prenaient à moi. Chacun d’eux prétendait être un souvenir authentique, contrairement à l’autre prétentieux d’à côté qui, poussé par mon imagination, voulait le doubler.”
— Luce d’Eramo, Le Détour