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
I have female hysteria + male loneliness + toxic masculinity + dark empath abilities
“When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.”
— Lisa Unger (via quotemadness)
Bluets, Maggie Nelson//The death of Ophelia, Marco Ortolan
“It’s always me, running away. Sometimes, to save myself from something. Most of the time, to save something from me.”
— A. Martin
dont be shy Britta say some more
the overwhelming feeling of sadness sometimes when someone treats me with kindness
My partner died in this room
Probs wont be more than a sketch but I had fun
pro-abortion. pro-divorce. i believe we have the god-given right to give up