I’m usually fine - not even that sad or lonely - but my coworker keeps asking me what I do in my spare time and I don’t have a good answer and it just makes me feel like such a waste of blood. I wish I wasn’t the alone type. I feel like I haven’t even lived for 19 years. Maybe a few, but mostly I’ve been uselessly losing my telomeres in ten-foot rooms. The glass and the algorithms seal me into a maze and so even though I’m allowed to leave I can’t find my way out.

"I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.”
— Virginia Woolf (via hellanne)


when will sports end 

"Not everyone can feel things as deeply as you. Most people, their feelings are … bland, tasteless. They’ll never understand what it’s like to read a poem and feel almost like they’re flying, or to see a bleeding fish and feel grief that shatters their heart…”
— Juliann Garey, Too Bright to Hear Too Loud to See. (via wordsnquotes)

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