"No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”
― Vladimir Nabokov

Sending memes is a love language.

Crying because I'm ugly

That stabbing pain, Jesse Mockrin

Wanna sleep for 5 years

visual representations of how intense heartbreak and loneliness feel

Always have an escape plan.

i need to get stabbed in the throat

totally silent or totally oversharing.

Lumberjack at the bar on Saturday night learns that man’s best friend is really a cat, Craigville, Minnesota, 1937 - by Russell Lee

I'd Rather Starve than Cook

ولی سریال هانیبال عاشقانه ترین چیزی بوده که تاحالا دیدم

Emil M. Cioran

“Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief”

—Anne Carson “Tragedy: A Curious Art Form”