#loneliness

[support]

Everything okay?

If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone. There are many support services that are here to help. For 24/7 peer support and other resources, message KokoBot on Tumblr.

If you are in the United States, please try:

National Suicide and Crisis Lifeline or dial 988 or (en Español)

The Trevor Project (LGBT crisis intervention) or dial 1-866-488-7386

Trans Lifeline or dial 1-877-565-8860 (en Español)

The National Domestic Violence Hotline or 1-800-799-SAFE (7233)

Rape Abuse & Incest National Network or 1-800-656-HOPE (4673)

S.A.F.E. Alternatives for Stopping Self Abuse or 1–800-DONT-CUT (366–8288)

National Eating Disorders Association

If you are outside the United States, visit IASP to find resources for your country.

For more resources, please visit our Counseling & Prevention Resources page for a list of services that may be able to help.

[feral-ballad]

Caitlyn Siehl, from What We Buried; “I am not afraid of you”

[incognitopolls]

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[stutterhug]

A Great Eye

[hee-blee-art]

a comic about loneliness

[metamorphesque]

Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible. 

Carl Jung, “Memories, Dreams, Reflections”

I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. 

Franz Kafka, “Letters to Milena”

[flowerytale]

Safia Elhillo, from Alone, Home Is Not a Country

[lostdeepindarkthoughts]

[aqua-regia009]

Jakub Schikaneder (Czech, 1855-1924)

[vroomvroomwee]

Does anyone else feel lonesome?

Not lonely. Not alone. Just... lonesome. Like you don't feel connected to anyone. Like you never feel that you will find anyone that understands you, that will see you truly, let alone someone who will even like you. You see friends everywhere, but you don't see yourself in their place, like that is not for you, like you're not made for that and that's not made for you. You see people having fun and laughing and dancing and getting drunk and falling in love and you just... don't feel that for yourself. Like you're not supposed to have that, like you can't because it's not for you and you're not for it.

Like you're supposed to be seeing all these beautiful things in the world but not experience them yourself. Like you want to experience so much, experience everything, but be overwhelmed by it so you don't do any of it.

Like you want to be everywhere and do everything, but you don't belong anywhere and can't do anything. Like you're not supposed to be here. Not in a self-deprecating way but in an incongruous way. You want to live you want to be alive, but you feel you're not supposed to be. Not here at least, not like this. Just a presence in the world, not an active member of it. Even your body doesn't feel like home, your face isn't a face you recognise, like you're not supposed to have either. Like you're just supposed to be.

Like you're supposed to observe, but not experience.

[zanephillips]

Pet Shop Boys - Loneliness (2024)

[feral-ballad]

Sonia Sulaiman, from Muneera and the Moon: Stories Inspired by Palestinian Folklore; “Muneera and the Moon”

[Text ID: “exiled from the light of the sun, lacking love. To the moon she gave all of her confidences, secrets, aches.”]

[late-for-the-sky]

I hope my absence brings you the peace that my love couldn’t

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Les Nuits de la pleine lune (Éric Rohmer, 1984)

[retrocausality]

They should invent a human interaction that doesn't feel like chalkboard scraping.

[schuylerpeck]

being touch-starved or lonely makes me feel like a house cat discovering no one’s home. I’m rubbing my face along the bed sheets, following the sun’s slow crawl through the windows, curling up by the wall in time for the heater to kick on; keeping an ear out for the front door.