Bine ati venit in cosmar

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 (via kerryquotesquotes)

Nobody knows you.
You don’t know yourself.
And I, who am half in love with you,
What am I in love with?
My own imaginings?

—D.H. Lawrence, Complete Poems of D. H. Lawrence (via serialstranger)