[lovethatremainss]

I know it's practically impossible but I have this strong urge to isolate myself and let my heart and mind rest for a while

[exhaled-spirals]

“You think it will never happen to you, that it cannot happen to you, that you are the only person in the world to whom none of these things will ever happen, and then, one by one, they all begin to happen to you, in the same way they happen to everyone else.”

— Paul Auster, Winter Journal

[emotionalwords]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— nn. (via eternaldroplets)

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Frank Bidart, from Half-light: Collected Poems; "End of a Friendship"

[existentialyearning]

Salma Deera, "Salt"

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“Your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.”

— W.S. Merwin, from "Separation, The Moving Target (Macmillan Pub Co, 1963)

[primulaceas]

James Baldwin, Giovanni's Room

[dastur-e-ishq]

“Ek chehra hai jo ankhon mein basa rehta hai // ek tassavur hai jo tanha honay nahi deta .”

— a face lingers, etched within my eyes, a vision that never leaves me lonely inside.

جاوید نسیمی

[laclefdescoeurs]

My Wife’s Lovers, 1891, Carl Kahler

[thoughtkick]

“I spent my childhood learning how to fear, and now I spend my adulthood learning how not to.”

— Gemma Troy

[strokeofserenity]

Unknown

[thehopefulquotes]

“It’s all messy: the hair, the bed, the words, the heart. Life.”

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

[thehopefulquotes]

“I’d much rather have one great person to talk to every night than have several pointless conversations with temporary people.”

— Unknown

[somewordsarebiggerthanothers]

[akindplace]

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