"I've been looking for you," "Tori Spring, I have been looking for you forever."
Solitaire, Alice Oseman

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"I've been looking for you," "Tori Spring, I have been looking for you forever."
Solitaire, Alice Oseman
- Otessa Moshfegh, from "My Year of Rest and Relaxation"
Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.
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Is the only reason you're holding me tonight 'Cause we're scared to be lonely?
— Khalil Gibran
Frida Kahlo, from a letter wr. c. November 1933, featured in The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas
There is so much we don’t know about each other, it’s burning from the inside out - and I’m starting to look like my mother, but you don’t see anyone but myself.
You're an adult living in your mothers house, you could put the lease down but I know that you’ll never get out.
— Franz Kafka // Richard Siken
Caitlyn Siehl, from What We Buried; “I am not afraid of you”
Vahakn Cavtian, from Anthology of Armenian Poetry, ed. & tr. by Diana Der Hovanessian and Marzbed Margossian; "This is not love"
- Margaux I Paul
I dedicate my life to you through the only vessel I have, my words twist tales of our love and our pain and I ask: where has mine gone? Do you know? Do you search for it, the way I search for yours? Do you think about me outside our push and pull? I don’t think I could ever ask you. You’d be too frightened to answer.
I'm begging to be normal, with a gaping hole in my chest, cracking my ribcage; yet I don't know what 'normal' means. Would it mean being full? Would it mean glueing my bones together? I beg of you to come fill me, to hold me, to make the world alright again. I pray you answer my calls.
You never realise, do you? How badly I want to be pretty, and how important it is that I am to you?