Is this silent hill?
"There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you’d better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you’ll never understand what it’s saying."
— Sarah Dessen, Just Listen (via psych-facts)
ONCE AGAIN, USPS, YOU’VE MANAGED TO LOSE ANOTHER PACKAGE. HOW MANY MORE PACKAGES WILL YOU LOSE IN MY LIFETIME? WILL I EVER ESCAPE YOU??
Stranger: Hey. What time is it?
*stranger walks away*
*stranger turns around*
Stranger: where am I?
Charlie: 14th st ave A
Stranger: I’m not even on a number avenue?!
Charlie: one more block and you’re on 1st.
Stranger: am I going north?
Charlie: no you’re going west. Where do you need to be?
Stranger: 49th and 9th
Charlie: walk to 8th ave and take the A to 49th
Stranger: 8 avenues?!
*stranger sits on poles*
Stranger: What are you doing here?
Charlie: my friends
Stranger: at 5 in the morning? By yourself?
Charlie: *looks around* yeah it’s just me.
Stranger: do you want to wait?
Stranger: why not?
Charlie: I’m cold, it’s dangerous, I get harassed by drunk people, I’m bored…
Stranger: so why are you waiting?
Charlie: I don’t know. I always find myself waiting for people who won’t wait for me.
Like tonight, like right now. Again, it’s 5 in the morning and I’m sitting at a dirty bus stop, waiting. A voice in my head tells me I should feel sorry for myself. Shut up voice. Shut up.
Petra Collins’ The Teenage Gaze.
Scheherazade by Ferenc Helbing, 1914