"Lonely people are usually lonely not because of hideous deformity or odor or obnoxiousness […] Lonely people tend, rather, to be lonely because they decline to bear the psychic costs of being around other humans. They are allergic to people. People affect them too strongly.
Lonely people at home still crave sights and scenes, company."
David Foster Wallace, “E Unibus Pluram”, A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again: Essays and Arguments. (via evebadia)
"I wish I was Rapunzel, letting down her hair. But at the bottom of my tower, there’s nobody stood there. No prince to carry me off to the sunset… The reason why of course, I don’t look like his princess,
I look like his horse."
F.Dostoevskij
Still can’t believe it.
I really don’t know what to say, ‘cause no words can describe what I’m feeling today, and what incredibile loss it is for the music world.

I’m just glad I got to see you live once.
I’ll cherish those memories forever.

Rest in peace, Lou.
Your music lives on.
The things you own end up owning you.
"Non lo trovi emozionante ciò che sai che sfiorirà?"
thischarmlessgirl
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Touching from a distance, further all the time.
22. Italy.
I'm not living, I'm just killing time.
Ask me anythingArchive