the history of melancholia
includes all of us.
me, I writhe in dirty sheets
while staring at blue walls
I have gotten so used to melancholia
I greet it like an old
— Charles Bukowski, [excerpt from] Melancholia
My solitude doesn’t depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.
— Friedrich Nietzsche (via p9sh
One day, you realise that there are some people you’ll never see again. At least, not in the same way.
— I Wrote This For You (via omilly