February 2012
I like being alone.
I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone. It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.
I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.
But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with his or her best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky...
“Your heart felt good, it was dripping pitch and made of wood.”
– Modest mouse
“There is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually...”
– Chuck Klosterman
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