Never hide away your escape because one person has the potential to taint it for you. If you must write about them, let the ink flow. If you must sing about them, sing until you’re hoarse. Do what you must to get them out of your system, or at least until thinking about them doesn’t keep you up at night.
Missing someone doesn’t have to hurt.
I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone and walking home alone. It gives me time to think and set my mind free. I like eating alone and listening to music alone. But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. the sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.
She is like a person striking a match that will not light.
A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf (via treesofreverie)
I don’t know when I’ll stop allowing people to let me down.
I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. It’s probably not even real.
Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via larmoyante)