…and you will somehow get through
the slow days and the busy days and the dull days
and the hateful days and the rare days,
all both so delightful and so disappointing because
we are all so alike and so different.

Charles Bukowski, from Gamblers All (via requiemforthepast)
Thursday Jul 7 @ 09:13pm

It isn’t that I don’t enjoy talking to people, I just hate small talk. I don’t want to talk about your holiday plans or your body clock or your bowel movements. I don’t care. Pretending to care drains me. I want to know what keeps you up at night.

Benedict Smith, Incarnadine (via despicable-g)
Wednesday Jul 7 @ 11:44pm

Perhaps the most terrifying moment of my life
was the discovery of my parents’ fallibility,
when my father ceased to be a hero and
my mother a queen and
something vile and cruel writhed in my throat,
something they could not vanish,
something they could not eviscerate
with militaristic commands and gentle coaxing,
for this was not a monster under the bed,
this was not an over-zealous imagination;
this was real, this was growing deep
into their daughter’s bones.

And I saw them, finally, as they really were,
stripped of the golden armor
of childhood naivety that had given them
immunity to the failures of humanity
in my too-wide, too-innocent eyes.

My father aches for control,
craves it in the softness of his
aging body.
He doesn’t know how to be without;
he is a scared, small man
who doesn’t realize that his hands
are made for destruction,
made for ripping out hearts and
crushing them into dust.

My mother is a child,
guileless, volatile,
with an unnecessary temper
that could rip teeth out of the skull.
She fears change,
fears it like death,
and she has reached the end
of growth in the middle of her life.

These were my beginnings,
these are what I have stemmed from,
and I love them, I do;
I love them with the decaying tenderness
that is owed to them,
that will weather over time,
for it is the stone and they are the sea,
and the ocean is unyielding,
even to the frailty of the human heart.

I love them in a different way than I did once-
no longer god-fearing and awed,
but the love of camaraderie,
of those trying to scrape by,
of those trying to make it out alive.

Emily Palermo, The Age-Old Story of a Daughter Outgrowing Her Parents.  (via despicable-g)
Wednesday Jul 7 @ 11:43pm
Wednesday Jul 7 @ 11:24pm
Wednesday Jul 7 @ 11:24pm

There’s so much more to life than finding someone who will want you, or being sad over someone who doesn’t. There’s a lot of wonderful time to be spent discovering yourself without hoping someone will fall in love with you along the way, and it doesn’t need to be painful or empty. You need to fill yourself up with love. Not anyone else. Become a whole being on your own. Go on adventures, fall asleep in the woods with friends, wander around the city at night, sit in a coffee shop on your own, write on bathroom stalls, leave notes in library books, dress up for yourself, give to others, smile a lot. Do all things with love, but don’t romanticize life like you can’t survive without it. Live for yourself and be happy on your own. It isn’t any less beautiful, I promise.

Emery Allen (via fleurlungs)
Saturday Jun 6 @ 10:15pm

Choose the positive. You have choice, you are master of your attitude, choose the positive, choose the constructive. Optimism is a faith that leads to success.

Bruce Lee (via chopzz)
Saturday Jun 6 @ 10:12pm

…because people who talk about their dreams are actually trying to tell you things about themselves they’d never admit in normal conversation. It’s a way for people to be honest without telling the truth.

Chuck KlostermanKilling Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story (via aestheticintrovert)
Saturday Jun 6 @ 10:12pm
Saturday Jun 6 @ 10:07pm

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.

roundtop (via wordsalawidder)
Saturday Jun 6 @ 10:03pm

Go easy on you. When things go wrong, remind yourself it’s your first time through this life. Now go have a great weekend, ya goof.

~ John Mayer (via conflictingheart)
Saturday Jun 6 @ 10:00pm

My mom taught me one thing: You don’t always have to tell people you love them. You just have to give them no reason to doubt it.

irishjulienne’s, saying i love you is not a habit (via metr0link)
Wednesday Jun 6 @ 10:58pm

Remember: you are what you think about most of the time. Discipline yourself to think only constructive, empowering thoughts and your life will just get better and better. Let negative self-talk get hold of you and it doesn’t matter how rich and successful you are, you will be miserable.

Why People Fail, Siimon Reynolds (via youm7elo)
Wednesday Jun 6 @ 10:56pm

Remove yourself from the situation, change it, or accept it totally. If you want to take responsibility for your life, you must choose one of these three options, and you must choose now. Then accept the consequences. No excuses. No negativity. No psychic pollution. Keep your inner space clear.

Eckhart Tolle  (via myrisingvoice)
Wednesday Jun 6 @ 10:54pm

Has it ever struck you that life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quick you hardly catch it going?

The Milk Train Doesn’t Stop Here Anymore by Tennessee Williams  (via maza-dohta)
Wednesday Jun 6 @ 10:54pm