Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you’ll ever do is to know yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.
— White Oleander (via drunkblogging)
You lost, you’re empty. In the end you were the one that was fooled dear. And I’m angry at you and disgusted by you…but really, more than anything, I can’t help but feel sorry for a pathetic soul like your own.
It’s okay, I feel okay. I’m figuring it out now. Figuring out that I’m still in love, to let myself love. Figuring out what it feels like to have your calloused hands on my smooth skin, being intrigued by the contrast of your olive hands on my pale legs. Figuring out that even though some nights will be lonely and scary and long, that you’ll always be there a phone call away, waiting to scoop me up and cradle me care for me. And I’m figuring out that you’ll love me even after the moon turns blue.
I never feared you before.
Solitude is where you find yourself so you can reach out to other people and form real attachments. When we don’t have the capacity for solitude, we turn to other people in order to feel less anxious, or in order to feel alive. When this happens, we’re not able to appreciate who they are. It’s as though we’re using them as spare parts to support our fragile sense of self. We slip into thinking that always being connected is going to make us feel less alone, but we’re at risk because it’s the opposite that’s true. If we’re not able to be alone, we’re going to be more lonely.
— Sherry Turkle (via everyonehastheirstorytotell)
