Why am I so lonely…? I could be surrounded by people yet still feel incredibly alone.
Suddenly inspired to write. Fiction with nonfiction details. Anything. Pick up an old story, perhaps. Maybe do some kind of journal for 2012. Something I won’t leave partially done. Onto looking through past WordPad files!
Right now I’m convinced that my perfect man will be one who constantly drinks tea. & We can go tea shopping together and get a load of really unique flavors and do nothing but drink tea while making sarcastic remarks during TV episodes, sitting on the couch with warm blankets. We’d have customized mugs and everything. Maybe start up our own collection of mugs. We’d be the...
I like being alone.
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.
I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there...– Frida Kahlo (via johnjohnjohnjohnjohn)
Show me a hero, and I’ll write you a tragedy.– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via thatquote)
Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with...– Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid (via thenocturnals)
Wear less jeans. Take more chances.