I Did Not Understand Why Solitude Felt Unbearable

i did not understand why solitude felt unbearable

and why “fun” could not permanently settle

turbulent emotions

~Clarity & Connection by yung pueblo

will you just let me be silly for a sec. there's this dread so ancient in me

Virginia Woolf, Night and Day/Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath/C.J. Hauser, The Crane Wife: A Memoir in Essays/ Richard Siken, War of the Foxes

one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.

- via duckbunny

I see people like they're in some romantic edits.

i feel like all i do is watch people and notice all the beautiful things about them and try to understand them fully and no one does that for me … sometimes i feel like i’m just a mirror to reflect people back to themselves. a vessel for love and that’s it… i make everyone else into poetry and no one else sees me the way i see them it’s so depressing

please don’t be mean to me i will literally be on my deathbed replaying it in my head asking myself why i’m such a unique annoyance to society