Simone De Beauvoir, From A Diary Entry Featured In Diary Of A Philosophy Student

Tokyo ~ Japan (Unknown year) by Unknown ⌘ Dense city grid meets nature’s perfect triangle

— v // erica jong, insomnia & poetry (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

real sufferers don't let anyone know. even themselves.

My chest, my beloved — your land, your home, your homeland.

"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."

Kaveh Akbar, from "Famous Americans And Why They Were Wrong", Pilgrim Bell

— jessica therese, from ‘a different kind of heartbreak’ (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

i honestly don’t have faith in finding something super special with someone else because this generation is so far detached from their own emotions as well as others. and not all are detached because of being hurt, a lot of people have acted detached and nonchalant to seem cool. they’ve settled so far into fake emotions that they’ve made a problem for themselves and others while pretending so hard they became it. it’s not cool to act detached. it’s not cool to act nonchalant. that is how you miss some of your greatest connections. as someone who has actually been hurt before, this facade put on is dreadful.