It's just how different suffering can look and feel. You see movies and shows where you see a character in pain but the lens makes it pretty, the suffering is beautiful and then you look at yourself and nothing about your pain is pretty, nothing is worth looking at. So you tell yourself this is not real- that your pain and your agony don't really exist and you're just being dramatic but if you could see what you feel, would you still be so harsh on yourself?
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned
it's a different kind of intimacy when you can tell that someone isn't feeling well while they're doing everything to hide their sadness. they become so familiar, you know their inside so well that their pain is seen by you, and most importantly safe with you
Moon and sun in 19th century paintings.
Луна и солнце на картинах 19го века
how do i feel? i feel like giving up bro
“Oh, to be in love…
…with someone capable of loving me.”
Me in love
Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding (1943)
life really is just like. you meet people you love them and then you lose them and you never see them again. and it's inevitable and it happens to everyone and there's nothing you can do about it