Aging

To me, being an adult means realizing I like the idea of things like getting a place with someone more than I’d like the reality of it.

The same goes for people — falling in love with the idea of someone is a dangerous game.

The side effects of living in your head, I suppose.

algaegloom:

“Growing up in a family with emotionally immature parents is a lonely experience. These parents may look and act perfectly normal, caring for their child’s physical health and providing meals and safety. However, if they don’t make a solid emotional connection with their child, the child will have a gaping hole where true security might have been. The loneliness of feeling unseen by others is as fundamental a pain as physical injury, but it doesn’t show on the outside. Emotional loneliness is a vague and private experience, not easy to see or describe. You might call it a feeling of emptiness or being alone in the world. Some people have called this feeling existential loneliness, but there’s nothing existential about it. If you feel it, it came from your family.”

— Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents (via divinesera)

This hit way too deep.

(via menalaus)