Yeah. I fell down a f- reaking k-hole, actually, but these guys caught me. It’s what mates do. Because it’s screwed up out there, I don’t know if you’ve been outside lately, but it is. But we have a go. Whatever comes, we have a good go at it. Because it’s all we can do.
I’ve never felt bad like this lately. I cry a lot—it’s like if I became a ghost. I feel empty but I still breathing. I would like to talk about those bad thoughts to someone. The thing is that I feel so ashamed of becoming weak and sad. I’m my worst nightmare.
All my worst nightmares at once.
I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.
Orphan Black Season 2 April 19, 2014
I want to sit with someone at 3 am and talk. Like really talk. I want you to tell me what keeps you up at night, that dream you keep having, what certain songs make you feel like, what you think happens after death. Talk to me about your family and your dreams.
A song of ice and fire + quotes
That night, drunker than usual, he broke into sudden song: He rode through the streets of the city, down from his hill on high, O’er the wynds and the steps and the cobbles, he rode to a woman’s sigh. For she was his secret treasure, she was his shame and his bliss. And a chain and a keep are nothing, compared to a woman’s kiss.