I feel like I’m always searching for someone, or something.

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I feel like I’m always searching for someone, or something.
I am so grateful that I get to grow old beside you; to have a front row seat in witnessing your story unfold. Your heart for beauty and the childlike wonder you live your life with is rare, and refreshing to everyone around you. You are a gift .
“It's taboo to admit that you're lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven't left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you're not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are. A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn't transition well to adult life, that you'd fall right through the cracks. And look at you now, it's happening.”
The life I always dreamed of 🖤
Week 10.
Every night this week you have chosen to stay out late to drink with friends..
Every night this week you have chosen to work late instead of coming home to me..
Every night this week I’ve slept alone in our bed..
Every night this week I have shut down more and more..
Starting to feel like I’m going to be doing this all on my own.
Week 10.
a dude came into the library stoned out of his mind and was like, “do I need a library card to look at books?” And I said, “to take books home, yes. To look at them, no” and he looked so relieved. bro was staring at a fish encyclopedia for like an hour and then just left.
this is literally all society needs to be
“How does one interact with silence? How does one not die of silence? Maybe my thinking has been wrong all along. Maybe silence is not something to interact with, to be filled in, but rather to let wash over you, to exist within. Maybe silence is its own form of language. Maybe silence is also a life lived. Maybe the unspoken can lead to the widest imagination. Maybe it’s the most open text. The loudest form of speaking we have.”
— Victoria Chang, from “Dear Silence”, Dear Memory: Letters on Writing, Silence, and Grief
If that ain’t love I don’t know what is
Me too
People are like “it’s so beautiful no clouds at all” it could use a little clouds if I had to be honest.
🖤
i wanted to feel loved without feeling like i was begging for it
come here lemme bite u
“The world doesn’t seem like such a bad place when I’m with you”
— D.S (via boils)