#lon

What have I become? My sweetest friend; everyone I know goes away in the end. And you could have it all: my empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt. ↗

— Nine Inch Nails

#friend #hurt #loneliness #nothing #random

Are you angry? Punch a pillow. Was it satisfying? Not hardly. These days people are too angry for punching. What you might try is stabbing. Take an old pillow and lay it on the front lawn. Stab it with a big pointy knife. Again and again and again. Stab hard enough for the point of the knife to go into the ground. Stab until the pillow is gone and you are just stabbing the earth again and again, as if you want to kill it for continuing to spin, as if you are getting revenge for having to live on this planet day after day, alone. ↗

— Miranda July

#revenge

Some people are just not meant to be in this world. It's just too much for them. ↗

— Phoebe Stone

#loneliness #sadness #suicide #suicide

A lonely day is God's way of saying that he wants to spend some quality time with you. ↗

— Criss Jami

#divine #divine-intervention #emotions #energizer #god

He succeeded in being considered totally uninteresting. People left him alone. And that was all he wanted. ↗

— Patrick Süskind

#solitude #murder

Snarling an oath from an Icelandic saga, I reclaimed my place at the head of the queue. "Oy!" yelled a punk rocker, with studs in his cranium. "There's a fackin' queue!" Never apologize, advises Lloyd George. Say it again, only this time, ruder. "I know there's a 'fackin' queue'! I already queued in it once and I am not going to queue in it again just because Nina Simone over there won't sell me a ruddy ticket!" A colored yeti in a clip-on uniform swooped. "Wassa bovver?" "This old man here reckons his colostomy bag entitles him to jump the queue," said the skinhead, "and make racist slurs about the lady of Afro-Caribbean extraction in the advance-travel window." I couldn't believe I was hearing this. ↗

— David Mitchell

#humor #london #punk #racism #skinhead

Oh my God, she was retarded and I was going to kill Jim. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#ilona-andrews #kate-daniels #ilona-andrews

Gwynn, she was always talking about wanting to be drunk and honestly I did want to encourage that, I wanted to go to a bar with her and let all the stuff sobriety pushed down be released so I could catch it in my palms and finally kiss her. She was just so sad. Melancholy was a fleshy wave permanently cresting on her face, she had to speak through it when she talked. ↗

— Michelle Tea

#emotion #longing #love #melancholy #sobriety

Our plans for the future made us laugh and feel close, but those same plans somehow made anything more than temporary between us seem impossible. It was the first time I’d ever had the feeling of missing someone I was still with. ↗

— Stuart Dybek

#nostalgia #sadness-lonelyness #nostalgia

I looked at him. "You really need to work on your threats. I can't tell if you're threatening me or inviting me for tea. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#kate #magic-slays #threats #tea