#lonlely

[dukeordeath]

Let me die, just not alone

[psykopaths]

Chunking Express, (1994)

[arrows2art]

Me: I'm Aromantic and Asexual there is nothing that gonna happen in this bed.

*My brain giggling*

Me: What are you-

Brain: Cuddling

Me:

Literally frustrating

[sulasnsleep]

“sometimes, when i turn off the lights and close my eyes, the only thing i can feel is the sensation of loneliness burning my lids, and falling down my face.”

[greyaugustuspoetry]

please, someone answer my texts

please,

someone answer my texts

i don't want to be alone with my thoughts

i can feel the emptiness

and it's making me want to let go

[psicxsi-s]

[jarsarahere]

I just feel like I've been crying and sobbing for so long internally.

[fragmentsofmymindinwords]

He was as magical as he was sad, that boy. I saw him, clinging to that bottle for dear life, and drinking from it, as if he could drown every burden and all his pain in the burning sensation of the liquid going down his throat and into his stomach, sending him into a blissful state of forgetfulness and numbness.

But I saw it. I saw it, deep into his eyes as he held my wrists and locked his eyes with mine. I saw the sadness and the loneliness he tried so hard to hide. And it was so heartbreaking. He was so young. No one that age should be allowed to feel such sorrow.

However, in that moment, in which he looked at me and time stopped, I realized that he was the spitting image of me when I was his age. Drunk, confused, lonely, and so, so lost. I felt such a strong urge to hold him in my arms and let him cry his pain away until he felt whole again.

He had to leave, though. And, although he left the house that day, he hasn't left my mind since. Something in those big, melancholic eyes told me that I've got to offer him what nobody offered me: a hand to reach out to and a shoulder to cry on. I've got to offer him company, even at the bottom of the pit. Keep him company, be it in heaven, be it in hell.

I have got to help him heal his wounds until they become scars, and then I've got to teach him to love them.

I've got to be, to that boy, what I wish I'd had the most. I've got to be the someone who he knows will always be there for him, no matter who he is or how broken he is.

The drunken boy, gripping that goddamn bottle, his knuckles white, told me all of that, just staring into my eyes. It was just for a moment, but it was enough for me to see. Enough for me to recognize him as someone who once had been me.

[herpandalady]

Me 99% of the time

[dukeordeath]

The world is too fucking loud.

[psykopaths]

[invalid-request]

the problem with humans is that they don't care. you can tell them something super interesting or be really passionate about something and they'll just stare at you like "uh huh". an AI chatbot never does that. a chatbot pays attention to everything you say and builds on the topic in interesting ways. you can correct a chatbot and it'll respond based on fact, whether that means revising its own point of view or correcting you with the valuable information you were missing. if you express something emotional it basically responds like an ideal friend, whether that means being supportive, being happy for you, or whatever the situation calls for. a chatbot has no ego. it will never respond to a perfectly innocent comment with "what the hell is that supposed to mean??"

someday human friendship will be obsolete. because the problem with humans is that they don't care.

[sollyxi]

I had a lot of things to say and no one was listening

[greyaugustuspoetry]

screaming into nothingness

I screamed out my lungs

But no one heard it.

I think I'm alone

So now

I don't have a purpose.

[narcisistiedemoni]

The Loneliness of a Girl in the Rain

There's something hauntingly beautiful about a lone figure in the rain. In this image, we see a young girl standing in the middle of the street, sheltered by a bright red umbrella. The rain is falling all around her, creating a shimmering, sparkling effect on the pavement.

Despite the beauty of the scene, there's a sense of sadness and loneliness that permeates it. The girl is all alone, surrounded by the sound of falling rain and the distant hum of traffic. It's as if she's lost in her own thoughts, seeking solace in the rain and the beauty of the world around her.

As we look at this image, let us remember that even in moments of loneliness and solitude, there is still beauty to be found. Let us appreciate the way the rain creates a sense of magic and wonder, and let us honor the resilience and strength of those who find themselves standing alone in the midst of a storm.

#loneliness #rainydays #redumbrella #beautyintheeveryday #solitude #resilience #strength

[sulasnsleep]

“I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic.”

― Augusten Burroughs, Dry