#lonelies

[yourfaveisfriendshaped]

Lonelies from Voidpet are friend-shaped!!

Lonelies are friend-shaped!

[thetangibleghost]

I can't fucking handle reality. As a kid I just processed through like seven layers of dissonance. Limerence and poetry and fantasy. For a while it was these over laying realities, that mad some sort of pretend maze that I could try and navigate. Now im actually in the maze, and reality shifts around me constantly, I don't know what's real. There are parts I can't google, I can't ask friends, I can't ask any therapist I've tried. There were millions of witnesses, there was just one, there weren't any. It doesn't matter because people stay silent, they don't want to tread where they can not tread, they won't tread were they can't. I know self reliance is the key, but how to get to the door?

[petusshara]

я ухожу ненадолго, а вернусь никогда..

[magnificentchangelingpioneer]

Maybe one day you and I will meet despite our torments and pains.

[magnificentchangelingpioneer]

She’s not broken. Just tired of dreaming alone."

Just this girl. The one who stays in her corner. Quiet. Watching. Always thinking.

But sometimes, around her friends she laughs like nothing hurts.

Still, I see her looking at couples. Wondering, “When will it be my turn?”

But deep down, she knows life has a way of playing dirty. So she just dreams, of what others have.

She’s torn. She wants love but also doesn't. Loneliness weighs heavier than anything else.

She’s not influenced by people. She just wants to know what it feels like. To love. To be loved. To feel chosen.

Everyone around her is in a relationship. She’s just… there.

She can’t tell herself she’s beautiful anymore. Not even that she’s something. She tries but nothing excites her. Even when she makes an effort, nothing happens.

And when someone does approach, it’s always older men. She wonders: “Is something wrong with me?”

Yes, sometimes younger guys come. But she’s not interested. Or maybe — they’re not what she wants.

Maybe that’s the problem. When we idealize love too much, we stop seeing real love even when it’s right in front of us.

I don’t know.

All I know is this girl who used to love so much has stopped.

Now she dresses in whatever she finds. She fights to stop thinking about men. But she can’t.

She tries to live with it. But every day feels like a battlefield.

[magnificentchangelingpioneer]

[jhorton2003-blog]

Obligatory set selfie or as someone I know likes to call them... lonelies. #setlife #lonelies https://www.instagram.com/p/B2-YMH8FMZ-/?igshid=8dw2ry4vhdji