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What does it feel like to be lonely? It feels like being hungry: like being hungry when everyone around you is readying for a feast. It feels shameful and alarming, and over time these feelings radiate outwards, making the lonely person increasingly isolated, increasingly estranged. It hurts, in the way that feelings do, and it also has physical consequences that take place invisibly, inside the closed compartments of the body. It advances, is what I’m trying to say, cold as ice and clear as glass, enclosing and engulfing.
Excerpt From: Laing, Olivia. “The Lonely City.”
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— (_ _ ) . . ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 —
. . . hey! this is an intro. a blog intro, obviously.
★﹐name’s Mortimer. . .﹗
,, you may also call me Noiret/Harrison/etc — 𓆩✦𓆪
𐚱⸝⸝ : I am a black, 16y/o who goes by vi/vir/any/all (I honestly don’t care what prns you use for me)
The things I like are: enstars, genshin, hsr, arknights, roblox, crk, crob, nge, csm, ponytown, serial experiments lain, probably some more I can’t remember 📚˖°.
⭑⸝⸝ ; read carrd for byf/dni mort’s carrd
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୨⎯ Hey, come here⎯୧
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i need more blogs to follow!
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if you post aot like this post and ill check out ur page! rbs appreciated!
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Día 1 - Tomé la decisión de crear una bitácora fotográfica con dos finalidades: Uno, hacer eso del diario de vida que no hice de niño y dos, para mostrar mi trabajo fotográfico. Siendo honesto existe un punto tres y cuatro… De puro vanidoso con las fotos que tomo y porque estaba aburrido y tenía ganas de escribir.
En fin, subo esta primera foto de donde parte este proyecto: La ciudad de Lebu. La foto es del muelle del sector de la ciudad llamado “Bocalebu”.
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If I could have put what I was feeling into words, the words would have been an infant’s wail: I don’t want to be alone. I want someone to want me. I’m lonely. I’m scared. I need to be loved, to be touched, to be held
Excerpt From: Laing, Olivia. “The Lonely City.”
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