“[T]here should be a word, maybe borrowed from German, a language so good at expressing complicated mental states in a single lengthy word with many chewy consonants, for when you miss someone so incredibly, achingly much, when that person pervades every thought, every interaction, every waking moment, but you also loathe them. Because they treated you badly, or because they were too weak to be honest with you. Because you were betrayed. And because you loathe them, you hate yourself for missing that person so intensely. For missing the laughter they inspired; for wishing for the easy intimacy that you built. You hate yourself for knowing that they aren’t worth so much sadness, that such an outlay of mental energy is entirely wasted and useless. But you feel it anyway, and you cry in the shower or into your pillow or anytime something reminds you of that person. Which is all the time. There should definitely be a word for that.”—P. Luna
“The thought of sitting in front of a man behind a desk and telling him that I wanted a job, that I was qualified for a job, was too much for me. Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed.”—Charles Bukowski (via liveandletlive)
1. You will fall in love only once. Obstacles will prevail. The rest of your life is spent recovering. 2. Anything that distracts you from the pain of your loss is good. Some people are more successful in this regard than others. 3. Eroticising their objects will be the pinnacle of your sexual fulfillment. 4. Desire is kept eternally alive by the impossibility of contact. 5. The most potent way to exist is to occupy someone else’s imagination. 6. Technology will only heighten your sense of desolation making you more keenly aware that no one is trying to call. 7. Hook up with someone. Live with them. Sleep with them. Tag along. Don’t be fooled. You are only a transitory distraction. Ask for commitment. Declare your love. Watch the set up evaporate. 8. Some coincidences are deliberate.