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It is very sad to me that some people are so intent on leaving their mark on the...– -John Green. On his twitter account. (via epicjohngreenquotes)
People will love you, people will hate you, and none of it will have anything to...– Abraham Hicks (via elige)
IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream - and not...
I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my...– Nietzsche (via dearscience)
I always knew that Sugar was Cheryl, and that the anonymity was just a temporary...– Dear Sugar is Out! Six months ago, I posted part of Cheryl Strayed’s incredible essay “The Love of My Life, which reads as though Strayed is coaxing you down into the frigid river beside her. Filling your pockets with stones as she talks, until you are drowned too, vicariously overwhelmed and...
Memories of my life
I am packed, my life belongings in a travel trunk and a backpack. You would think to look at me I am leaving for college, but instead my dad is driving me to a home nearer my high school, to live while I complete my senior year. I am more than the things I carry, I know this, but somehow looking at my meager belongings, I feel less than my own worth. Perhaps it is leaving my home, knowing I am...
We are none of us alone even as we exhale it is inhaled by others the light...– Life - TV series (via poetdreamer)
The most sacred place dwells within our heart, where dreams are born and secrets...– Royce Addington (via moreofamore)
excerpt from Generation of Swine - Hunter S....
killingcharlemagne: There are times, however, and this is one of them, when even being right feels wrong. What do you say, for instance, about a generation that has been taught that rain is poison and sex is death? If making love might be fatal and if a cool spring breeze on any summer afternoon can turn a crystal blue lake into a puddle of black poison right in front of your eyes, there is not...
The world I live in is loud and blurring and toilets plug and I get speeding...– Ann Voskamp, — “one thousand gifts” (via headingtowardsimplicity)
these things I keep
I knock enter smiling but reserved polite and cordial I sit across from him with his note-pad I breathe and begin to unbutton myself slowly with pause or maybe caution I reach in pull out my insides laying every last thickly, sticky dripping piece on my knees my lap where my babies once sat A safe place for these things that I keep inside of me
in search of light
My senses; are on fire I hear; nothing but the sound of my breathing, my heartbeat I see; blackness I feel; very much alone as I stumble in this dark place in search of a light switch.
Killing Charlemagne: excerpt from This is Water -... →
killingcharlemagne: And the world will not discourage you from operating on your default settings, because the world of men and money and power hums along quite nicely on the fuel of fear and contempt and frustration and craving and the worship of self. Our own present culture has harnessed these forces in ways that…
delacroix: Advice for my former teenage self: →
delacroix: It’s a waste of your time to worry about what people think of you. There will always be haters, and it’s rarely about you and even more rarely your problem. Let them hate. We create our own realities; you can do absolutely anything you want to. Define success for yourself, make your own…
thedailywhat: Interspecies Intermingling of the Day: A family’s pet wolf takes on an unexpected role: Mama cat. [dpaf.]