“It’s how I fill the time when nothing’s happening. Thinking too much, flirting with melancholy.”
— Tim Winton, from Breath: A Novel (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2018)
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“It’s how I fill the time when nothing’s happening. Thinking too much, flirting with melancholy.”
— Tim Winton, from Breath: A Novel (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2018)
všechna ta prázdná místa
která mi zůstala v srdci
po lidech, co odešli
už nikdo nikdy nezaplní
there’s no way I can save you, cause I need to be saved too
-post malone
“sometimes people don’t come back. and sometimes it’s okay.”
— k. azizian
“some days, it comes in waves. some days, tsunamis.”
— nav k
“You’ll understand why storms are named after people.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
i still got love for a few ppl I'll never speak to again
it’s so weird not being friends with people that used to be really important to u like u never stop being reminded of them bc their personalities and sense of humor and so many little details about them will always be in ur brain like u could see something in a store and think “they would like that” or watch a video and think “they would think this is funny” or even just the most random shit will make u think of them and it’s such a weird feeling
stále sa snažím čítať medzi riadkami, no pravda je skrytá medzi klamstvami.
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“I wasn’t actually in love but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald / The Great Gatsby
“You don’t realize how alone you are until you’re staying up every night thinking about things you should never think of and you cant tell anybody because you have nobody to tell.”
— 4:26am
do you ever get in those moods where you don’t feel like reading and you don’t feel like being on the internet and you don’t feel like watching a show and you don’t feel like sleeping and you don’t feel like existing in general
“I knew it wasn’t too important but it made me sad anyway.”
— J.D. Salinger
“People think they know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them, when you’re lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all you want to do is cry or scream. They don’t know what’s going on inside your head—the mind-numbing cocktail of anger and sadness and guilt. This isn’t their fault. They just don’t know. And so they pretend and they say you’re doing great when you’re really not. And this makes everyone feel better. Everybody but you.”
— William H. Woodwell Jr.
I hate being alone, yet i want to be alone
i hate every aspect of who i am, dont tell me to just love myself
Nowhere feels like home anymore