Anushaa 🦢

-𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈

[latinamamii69]

built my walls so well so no one can get in but now i can’t get out either

[xoscato]

04.05.26

one time, me and my girlfriend was jokin bout me havin hoes💀...after jokin wit her for awhile, i eventually told her that she doesn't have to worry bout me havin hoes, secret situationships, sneaky-links etc etc. she doesn't have to worry bout competing wit other women. her only competition is my love for solitude. at the time i really loved my solitude, if things became two much for me, i could always isolate myself and give myself as much time as i needed to gather myself or to simply enjoy my own company. you couldn't pull me away from my solitude no matter how hard you tried. so i thought, until i met her, my loneliness was sweet, but after fallin in love wit her, growin in love wit her...she's so much sweeter than solitariness. and i dnt see a life without her in it <33

[isugontellonme]

[dailycatsblog]

[aseptembertmidnightrain]

Idk why but I love to ghost people and disappear.

Is this a sign of mental illness?

[the-meaninglessness-of-existence]

[ruhaniya]

The most beautiful souls are those who have suffered deeply and still choose to love.

[seaphine]

I removed myself from everything I had to question.

[metamorphesque]

"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)

[cannibalings]

why are all the actual real human jobs like baker and florist and childcare worker barely paying livable wages but the fake jobs like ai specialist boot licker or marketing campaign dick sucker making six figures

[metamorphesque]

Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible. 

Carl Jung, “Memories, Dreams, Reflections”

I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. 

Franz Kafka, “Letters to Milena”

[soracities]

It’s so hard to speak and say things that cannot be said. It’s so silent.

—Clarice Lispector, Agua Viva

[metamorphesque]

“There is something at the bottom of every new human thought, every thought of genius, or even every earnest thought that springs up in any brain, which can never be communicated to others, even if one were to write volumes about it and were explaining one’s idea for thirty-five years; there’s something left which cannot be induced to emerge from your brain, and remains with you forever; and with it you will die, without communicating to anyone perhaps the most important of your ideas.”― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot

[wordx]

the intimacy of being cared for by a soul just as bruised as your own.

[aloyhh]

sorry for how i acted when there were multiple noises happening at the same time

[dumblr]

suddenly i don't want anyone to know me as deeply anymore, which is weird because i have always yearned for someone to understand my soul.

[julaibib]

This is Kazakhstan.

I think it's one of the most beautiful Muslim countries.

[julaibib]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“I fall asleep whispering "I am safer alone I am safer alone l am safer alone l am safer alone" [...] Forgive me, memory is a rope around the neck.”

— Clementine von Radics, from James