The Lonely Life of a Writer

[crisesdeluna]

Me dei conta de que eu tenho medo de ser feliz...

- crisesdeluna

[ich-hab-angst-dich-zu-verlieren]

[sabonhomeblog]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— jessica therese, from ‘a different kind of heartbreak’ (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[jaminpaul]

[controlaria]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Richard Siken, Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[theunrequitedlover]

[wishingto-disappear]

i’m too tired

[quotemadness]

“I loved you so much once. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. Can you believe it? We were so intimate once upon a time I can’t believe it now. The memory of being that intimate with somebody. We were so intimate I could puke. I can’t imagine ever being that intimate with somebody else. I haven’t been.”

— Raymond Carver

[lovemetoinfinity]

“I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic.”

— (via flame)

[thunder]

via weheartit

[quotemadness]

“I need you to know that no matter what happens, it was worth it to me. Being with you, loving you. It was all worth it.”

— Jenny Han

[tackled]

“Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer (via coral)

[spellraiser]

[thepersonalquotes]

[understands]