The Box Man
knows that loneliness chosen loses its sting and claims no victims. He declares what we all know in the secret passages of our own nights, that although we long for perfect harmony, communion, and blending with another soul, this is a solo voyage. The first half of our lives is spent stubbornly denying it. As children we acquire language to make our selves understood and soon learn from the blank...
There are so many people things I don’t understand. Can we just cut the bull shit?
No matter how much I feel, I’m not going to let it out. If I have to cry, I’m...– Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer (via presidents) I hate that this is how I feel most of the time. I am dramatic.