On Overwhelming Loneliness

knuckle tattoo that says i am nostalgic for a time where i wasn't even happy

Remember when you'd turn on the radio and almost always Poker Face was playing

Back when God was still listening

happy together in an alternate universe

“As a child, I had trouble forming friendships, and turned instead to fantasy. I could imagine myself into the books I read and, by embellishing the characters, supply myself with precisely the sorts of friends that I’d always longed for. If you have engaged in this kind of fantasizing, you know that the thrill of creativity eventually collapses into a feeling of emptiness. This is the moment when loneliness hits. You’ve prepared yourself an elaborate psychological meal, and you realize, belatedly, that it can never sate your real hunger.”

— Agnes Callard, from “The Problem with Marital Loneliness,” The New Yorker (25 September 2021)

not normie enough to fit in but not fringe enough to lean into being a freak, worst of both worlds, pure liminality, just the weird coworker, and unrelatable classmate. and your mutual

🤎 never let go 🤎

Alright ya'll, here me out....

man of progress

You can't give me an android and his pet cat and expect me to not love them...like, bro--

I feel lonely. I feel worse—strange. And when I leave I cry in the car. And I say to myself that the trouble with life is that people are strangers. Anne...people are strangers. I don't know if I can go on spilling myself out to people—those strange strangers. As I may have said, I am not at home in myself. I seem to be a ship that is sailing out of my own life.

Anne Sexton, from a letter to Anne Clarke dated 23 March 1964