"I was depressed. I knew I was lost, but I had no idea how to find myself again. It was as though I was a different person, an infuriating, disappointing yet indispensable person whose body was my only home."

Yasmina Khadra, What the Day Owes the Night (via anamorphosis-and-isolate)

"Why am I so anxious? And then it hits me. I’m not anxious, I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be so lonely because it seems catastrophic - seeing the car just as it hits you."

Augusten Burroughs, Dry (via anamorphosis-and-isolate)

"No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself."

Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own (via anamorphosis-and-isolate)


just a friendly reminder that right now there are millions of people kissing or having sex and you’re on the computer by yourself in your room

(via stevethepenguins)

"My thoughts dance. What is it? A dance of anxiety and supplication, of futile vigil. I think I must have some new cow disease that makes you wonder whether you’re real all the time, that makes your life feel like a trick, an act, a joke. I feel, I feel dead."

Martin Amis, Money (via talesofpassingtime)