When I was a kid, being alone meant I was safe.
There was no one there to be enraged or erratic; no one around who could elicit my fear. I became accustomed to seeking refuge in a quiet space.
Unfortunately, this habit seems to have followed me into adulthood.
I had learned that a safe life is a solitary one, but this sentiment became a catalyst for my lifelong tendency to isolate.
The pangs of loneliness aren’t even enough to draw me out.
I crave to be known while never wanting to be seen.
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven full of all dreams, draws down. cover her briefness in singing close her with the intricate faint birds by daisies and twilights Deepen her, Recite upon her flesh the rain’s pearls singly-whispering.
e.e. cummings, “the moon is hiding in” (via petrichour)
“She can’t relate to other people. She was always a lonely child.”
“If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
“I thought I saw you in the corner of my eye, and I swear my heart stopped. but it was merely my heart trying to find you in every person I see.”
a.a
Kurt Cobain, 1989
Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
Charlotte Bronte (via mysharona1987)
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