fairhies:

If I reply with “oh” I either don’t give a fuck or I feel like i’ve been punched in the throat

proctalgia:

im really clueless so please spell out very obviously exactly how you feel in full detail or i will constantly be worrying about how much you hate me

I’m beginning to miss you horribly. It’s not yet sorrow or anything tragic, it’s more like some food I’m lacking: I’ve enough just to vegetate, but always with an empty feeling in my stomach and a certain languor — whereas with you I used to be vigorous.

Simone de Beauvoir, from Letters To Sartre (via violentwavesofemotion)

It is a general sense of the poetry of existence that overcomes me. I have the sense of the flight of time; and this shores up my emotions.

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry (via violentwavesofemotion)