@stylestructure
Space in between, the space around, the space in the mind.
Me and the other.
Le Guin forever
« I think what you mostly do when you find you really are alone is to panic. You rush to the opposite extreme and pack yourself into groups - clubs, teams, societies, types. You suddenly start dressing exactly like the others. It’s a way of being invisible. The way you sew the patches on the holes in your blue jeans becomes incredibly important. If you do it wrong you’re not with it. That’s a peculiar phrase, you know? With it. With what? With them. With the others. All together. Safety in numbers. I’m not me. […] I’m a popular kid. I’m my friend’s friend. […] I’m a member. […] You can’t see me, all you can see is us. We’re safe. And if We see You standing alone by yourself, if you’re lucky we’ll ignore you. If you’re not lucky, we might throw rocks. Because we don’t like people standing there with the wrong kind of patches on their jeans reminding us that we’re each alone and none of us is safe. »
— Ursula K. Le Guin, Very Far Away from Anywhere Else
“I can walk alone for hours and enjoy it.”
— Marilyn Monroe, Motion Picture Magazine, Januar 1954
“His eyes were the same colour as the sea in a postcard someone sends you when they love you, but not enough to stay.” ― Warsan Shire
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"It's impossible not / to remember wild and want it back."
from "A Thousand Mornings" by Mary Oliver