#lonelyness

[rlephant]

a long way home

[noondreemer]

Barbie is a bit lost, oil.

One of my older pieces. It's a pretty clumsy painting and not very good in composition: a bubble almost in the middle of the canvas, that draws all the attention, a rather poorly drawn human figure, water that doesn't look like water, etc. I very rarely include it among the showcase pieces when I show my best work somewhere for promotion, but, oddly enough, it's probably my favorite painting of all. I don't even know why.

[swirlingyouintomypoems]

you’re on your own, kid, you always have been

normal people, 2020/@ryebreadgf /ceilings - lizzy mcalpine/the haunting of hill house, shirley jackson/untitled, frank wright/unknown, from pinterest/nicolas martin, “dedicated to light”/you’re on your own, kid - taylor swift/edward hooper, “gayle on the f train”/@seashellronan/tolerate it - taylor swift/unknown/tv - billie eilish/unknown, from pinterest/@lustloveandliarsx/@finehoney/@farmlesbians/liability - lorde/i get so jealous of euthanized dogs - june gehringer/anne magill/you’re on your own, kid - taylor swift

[pedal-poet]

… So schön kann Einsamkeit auch sein Der ganze Wald für mich allein …

[remuslupinslittleslut]

When Remus meets Sirius, he's been lonely for so long, he's all touch starved and as soon as they get together, he'll touch Sirius any chance he gets, always touching him, pulling him in for hugs, running a hand through his hair, holding his hand.

When Regulus meets James, he's been lonely for so long, he's forgotten how to touch. When they get together, it takes him so long to get comfortable with touch, they spend so many nights next to each other, not touching, just being close. He'll sometimes allow James to cuddle him, or hold his hand, but he'll only accept so much touch before he gets fed up with it and needs space.

[thelasthippie]

How far or how close we will find home ?☮️🌍

[selmenthis]

[itsnemesisstuff]

Können wir darüber reden, wie viel Herzschmerz und Realisation das Buch "Weiße Nächte" von Dostojewski mit sich brachte. Das Ende erlosch das kleinste Fünkchen an Hoffnung in mir und plötzlich war meine Welt, genau so farblos und mit Spinnenweben vernetzt, wie dessen vom einsamen Erzähler.

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Can we talk about how much heartbreak and realization Dostoyevsky's book "White Nights" brought with it? The ending extinguished the smallest spark of hope in me, and suddenly my world was just as colorless and cobwebbed as the lonely narrator's.