When it truly does come down to it, I don't feel like I'm connected to anyone at all. I'm an eternal voyager, forever on a journey seeking to land ashore, hoping to find retrieve, wishing for a blank silhouette to fill in and be.

Maybe I'll never find this sense of belonging, perhaps every second of existence is meant to be a quarrel against the universe for separating you from atoms that were rightfully yours, giving them vastly converging sentience yet being unable to see each other, irrelevant to one's life's lore,

Perhaps I've been unlucky, perhaps it always was meant to be a fight that's grimy and mucky, mayhaps I'll end up lucky, but it's improbable and full of holes.

I'm tired, I'm exhausted, the internet is devastatingly vast,

I'll try, perhaps cry, tho this repetition seems crass,

Good night, good bye, to the one I seek,

I'm drunk and i hope these words find the one they're destined to meet.

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Mary Oliver

books >>>>> reality

"I’m sorry if I cancel

or say I cannot go.

I do not mean to disappoint.

I’m trying hard, you know.

I’ve eggs in many baskets

and I want to do it all.

I’m juggling and struggling.

I’m so afraid to fall.

I want to keep you happy

and all the others too,

But the truth is that I’m failing

To keep up with all of you

I care so much and want to share

Your highs and lows and more,

But it’s hard to be as present

As the friend I was before.

So, again, I’m truly sorry

If I sometimes don’t reply.

I love you dearly, never fear,

I’m just trying to get by."

-UNKNOWN

i have this disease called i will open your message and get distracted and forget to reply and then the notification will be gone so i will not have replied for ages and you will think i am ignoring you but. i am not. it’s incurable

— Unknown

— Jen Campbell

Destroy the myth that libraries are no longer relevant. If you use your library, please reblog.

— Truman Capote, Breakfast At Tiffany’s