True isolation is when everyone else is talking about their vibrant teenage experience and you’re like. I was just trying to survive

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True isolation is when everyone else is talking about their vibrant teenage experience and you’re like. I was just trying to survive
I have a terrible habit of leaving things unsaid for the sake of peace
“what cannot be said will be wept”
girlie that's not a random headache u are dehydrated malnourished over caffeinated over stressed and sleep deprived
Better, David Shrigley
having short-term memory is like. this book profoundly affected me. that show bared my soul. i don’t remember a single thing about it. but it did
The Hunger Moon, Marge Piercy
Hanif Abdurraqib interviewed by Ruth Awad: Joy Is Not Promised to You
girl are you okay? you’ve been consuming so much media lately that you haven’t allowed yourself to feel one single human emotion for months
“honor the friendships that allow you to pick up from where you last left off, regardless of how long it’s been since you connected. the friendships that survive hiatuses, silences and space. those are the connections that never die.”
— iambrillyant
May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude
[text: Life comes in clusters, clusters of solitude, then a cluster when there is hardly time to breathe.]
I feel occasionally my skull will crack, fatigue is continuous – I only go from less exhausted to more exhausted & back again.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath — 3rd May 1958
*consumes literature* *throws up* ooooo I love this poem!!
Claudia Rankine, Citizen