"I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be always alone."
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"I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be always alone."
ā Jean Rhys
One of the best landscapes Iāve ever shot on film, if not THE best.
It is what it is but like. Can it be something else
āThe desire for reassurance. And, equally, to be reassured. (The itch to ask whether Iām still loved; and the itch to say, I love you, half-fearing that the other has forgotten, since the last time I said it.)ā
ā Susan Sontag - āAs Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooksā
Dont ask me whats up i have done nothing since we last talked 3 years ago
i be like ānever againā and guess what i did? agained
i love calm men. men that give off that energy that just automatically relaxes you
āMy current silence interests only me. It touches too many parts of my personal life for me to explain it to you.ā
ā Albert Camus, from Notebooks (1951-1959), Vol 3. (via violentwavesofemotion)
"And after all these years, I've finally realized that maybe I was never meant to love, or be loved."
Northlane, "Transcending Dimensions"
melancholia follows me around like a dog begging for something I donāt have
so how come no one wants to possess me nicely. like you get me a better job and help me find love and be a member of society thatāll be missed when the body dies. is that too much to ask
im like no worries & then feel so upset i get chest pains