"We all suffer alone in the real world. True empathy’s impossible. But if a piece of fiction can alow us imaginatively to identify with a character’s pain, we might then also more easily conceive of others identifying with their own. This is nourishing, redemptive; we become less alone inside. It might just be that simple."

David Foster Wallace (via pavorst)

littners:

when you like someone more than they like you

(Source: oniboshi)

tourdatesforjonesy:

do you ever just see your friends getting really close with other people and you can just feel yourself slowly becoming less important to them and you get this really deep ache in your heart and everything just hurts

neoputa:

asking your murderer to clear your internet history for you

tristamateer:

Forgive me; I am young.
I do not yet understand the way wanting is intensified by absence,
but I do—
I do understand the way I am intensified by you.

“Understand” is perhaps the wrong word
because I am not familiar with its reasoning or its inner workings,
but I know it.
I feel it.
Nothing matters but you.

You are the card in my spokes,
clicking out a beat I could never find on my own.
I am peddling out a rhythm no one can keep up with
but you.