― Louise Glück, October

Letter to a Lost Friend, Barbara Hamby

well guess who took a lot of money to destroy oneself

— Jay Vespertine (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

climbing into a giant’s lap and laying down on their thigh and letting out the biggest most saddest pathetic sighs in the world until i get attention

"Have you ever had that feeling—that you'd like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self?"

Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense /Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet/Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice‎

There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something that just evaded her. There must be another life, here and now, she repeated. This is too short, too broken. We know nothing, even about ourselves.

Virginia Woolf, the years

Letter to a Lost Friend, Barbara Hamby