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What qualifies your existence?

If people stop looking at you, do you cease to exist? Does it mean you’re not a person anymore? Does it mean you’re already dead?

“You never realize what loneliness is until it creeps up on you - like a disease, it is, something that happens to you gradually. And of course the alcohol doesn’t help: you drink it to forget about how shitty it is living like that, and then when you stop drinking everything looks a hell of a lot worse. So you keep drinking to blot it all out.”

“I do what I have to do, I do it well, I do it slightly better than anyone else, and they leave me alone.”

—   Elizabeth Haynes, “Human Remains”


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“I drank him like wine, letting him spread through my veins like the first taste of alcohol.”

—   Elizabeth Haynes, (Human Remains)

“If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot.”

—   Stephen King (via maxkirin)

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Andrew Clements, The Janitor’s Boy


Andrew Clements, The Janitor’s Boy

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“Pain is just a consequence of love.”

—   Ariana Grande “My Everything”

“when something so profoundly sad
renders you emotionless”

“The living being is only a species of the dead, and a very rare species at that.”