I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.
- Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters. (via nevahmind)
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Other people are not medicine.
- It took me 9 years to figure that out (via shante-atthedisco)
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Missing you comes in waves.
Tonight I’m drowning.
- Hannah Taylor, “Waves” (via hnnhtylr)
I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.
- Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959)
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I think we all have that one person that we never truley get over, that we still think about right before bed everynight, or you will always jump at a chance to talk to ever tho you know you shouldn’t talk to, or the first person you think of whenever you’re drunk.
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