I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me. — Thought Catalog (via perfect)
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whenever i use only one exclamation point i feel like a middle-aged dad who just discovered the internet!
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Something funny happens to people who are lonely. The lonelier they get, the less adept they become at navigating social currents. Loneliness grows around them, like mould or fur, a prophylactic that inhibits contact, no matter how badly contact is desired. Loneliness is accretive, extending and perpetuating itself. Once it becomes impacted, it isn’t easy to dislodge. — Olivia Laing, “Me, Myself and I” (via larmoyante)
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