larmoyante:

“Learn how to be lonely. Learn what it’s like to know that you are coming home to yourself night after night- that empty is just another word for open.”

— Kristina Haynes

larmoyante:

“& remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world.”

— Ocean Vuong, “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong”

larmoyante:

“There is this cultural belief that you never get over your first love. Maybe there is some truth in that. I hope I can become the exception. My first love has always been my depression. It came to me when I was gawky and young, body and mind not fully matured. It took my hand, and hasn’t let go. Through every relationship I’ve had, it has stayed with me. Like an addict, I let it return to me, over and over again. Sometimes, I believe that it isn’t so bad. It never berates me for staying in bed, never chides me when I lack the energy to do more than wash my hair. When I have no one else, it welcomes me with open arms. My depression waits for me, always patient, never demanding, as if it knows I would never refuse it. Looking at it objectively, it is the best and longest relationship I have ever had. It is a love so deep, so all-consuming that even when it chokes me, it feels like a kiss.”

— Tina Tran, The Lover I Return To (via absentions)