go and make use of that pain.
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
Skinny, socially privileged white people get to draw this neat little circle. Everyone inside the circle is normal. Everyone outside the circle should be beaten, broken and reset so they can be brought into the circle. Failing that, they should be institutionalized or worse, pitied.
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| — | House (via nucleic-acid) |
There’s a loneliness that only exists in one’s mind. The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
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| — | F. Scott Fitzgerald (via napsie) |
That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.
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| — | F. Scott Fitzgerald (via aletdownsquid) |
Would you stay if she promised you to heaven? Would you even try? And he says Rhiannon don’t go. And he says Rhiannon stay. And he says I still cry out to you. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me. Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night, would you love to love her? She lives her life like a bird in flight and who would be her lover?
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