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I’ve been in a strange mood all day, yet I can’t find a way to explain it or understand it. It’s like I have this deep sense of nostalgia, the sad kind, but for something I never had, yet that doesn’t even come close to describing it. I’ve been spending way too much time inside my head lately and I just find it amazing how hard it is to understand myself still and how often words just don’t cut it when you’re trying to express a feeling.
I feel empty, like there’s a giant piece of me that’s been torn away, only it was never there to begin with.
― Sound of My Voice (2011)
Maggie: I felt this…terrible sense of loss. Like when you wake up from dreaming about someone you love so much. And you turn around in bed and remember…that they’ve been dead for years.
We’re survivors, beyond your wildest imagination.
sound of my voice (2012)
Pretty much sums it up.
The Cure - One Hundred Years
“Then I felt that every inflection of my voice, every word in my mouth, was a lie, a play whose sole purpose was to cover emptiness and boredom. There was only one way I could avoid a state of despair and a breakdown. To be silent. And to reach behind the silence for clarity or at least try to collect the resources that might still be available to me.”
— Ingmar Bergman, Persona (1966)
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