Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. And intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you’ll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.
— Janet Fitch (via suavium)
I would cut but I don’t even feel like dealing with the blood
that lazy.
I am always sad, I think. Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all, because sadness is something lower than your normal disposition, and I am always the same thing. Perhaps I am the only person in the world, then, who never becomes sad. Perhaps I am lucky.
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated (via parodise)
Self Defeat
He looked at me with so much passion stinging in his eyes, yet a face so beautiful like a whispering goodbye. His delicate body, quivering in front of mine. I saw his veins like rivers flowing through the canyons in my mind. Goosebumps ran like mountain ranges over the valley of his skin and his hands trembled as his soul slightly shook and cried the most fragile weep from within. And finally his body gave way and he collapsed into my arms only to reveal an empty pill bottle; an egotistically heroic self defeat against a life long battle of self harm.
