Time seems so inconceivably vast, until it crushes, pressing you paper-thin between one broken-heartbeat passed, and the laughter yet to come.
~ Elyse Draper
Social hierarchy doesn’t hold a candle to the power of feeling isolated in your own skin.
Reason has always been obliterated by the sensation of profound solitude, perhaps that is why we replace the aching of isolation with the anguish of abuse.
