Anonymous asked: what was the saddest moment of your life?

Um. I’m sad over this question. As someone who can find most everything in life “sad” if I tried hard enough to perceive it that way…I think sadness can sometimes be beautiful and really necessary and not about anguish or depression which is on a whole different plane. Probably the realest, saddest moment of my life was a few weeks ago when I was walking home alone, just getting off the train from downtown, and I had cried on the subway because I just couldn’t hold it in anymore and it was so dark outside and I remember I was listening to “Slow Graffiti” by Belle and Sebastian and I walked past my house and I just wanted to go anywhere to be alone but I stopped in the middle of the road at like 1am, turned back, and walked back home. I realized there was nowhere else I could go or was welcome and nothing that was worthy or that I would bother to do. It doesn’t seem that sad and a lot of people have much more miserable moments but that really did it for me.

I made orange juice from concentrate and showed her the trick of squeezing the juice of one real orange into it. It removes the taste of being frozen. She marvelled at this and I laughed and said, Life is easy. What I meant was, Life is easy with you here, and when you leave, it will be hard again.
written by Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You

When I was 21, I wanted to save the world. I still do. But half the time I’m still trying to save myself first.
written by Cat Power

It wasn’t that I was an alcoholic. It was that I was on tour for so long and that I lost the love of my life in 1998 to another woman. He was the first person who loved me who I loved. I never saw or heard from him again until last night. He has a girlfriend now — his mom told me, she came to my show in Atlanta. That was the second time I checked myself into the hospital, when I found out that he was with somebody else. I mean, he was living with her. We were done and I didn’t know about it…People who drink habitually don’t realize they’re doing it, because it was part of their upbringing. Everybody from my immediate family to my grandparents to my great-grandparents — there were always severe alcoholic and psychological problems. If your parents gave you fire to play with when you were two, you’d be standing in fire by the time you were an adult.
written by Cat Power