My insomnia is at its worst; I can’t sleep and the rain is determined not to quit soliloquizing about you all night. I can’t help but overhear, my dear.
I will not cease to be myself for foolish people, no matter how dear —- If what I feel for them is going to hurt me then let it hurt me. Only the rejection will hurt. But it can never hurt me as much as I can hurt myself by not being myself.
― Candy Darling. (via jaynedolluk)
Loneliness is black coffee and late-night television; solitude is herb tea and soft music. Solitude, quality solitude, is an assertion of self-worth, because only in the stillness can we hear the truth of our own unique voices.
― Pearl Cleage (via jinkeu)