"Something funny happens to people who are lonely. The lonelier they get, the less adept they become at navigating social currents. Loneliness grows around them, like mould or fur, a prophylactic that inhibits contact, no matter how badly contact is desired. Loneliness is accretive, extending and perpetuating itself. Once it becomes impacted, it isn’t easy to dislodge."
Olivia Laing, “Me, Myself and I” (via fuckinq)
(Source: larmoyante, via todaysthoughtsfortomorrow)