Life doesn’t get easier or more forgiving, we get stronger and more resilient.
— Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free
THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT
No one should ever ask themselves that: why am I unhappy? The question carries within it the virus that will destroy everything. If we ask that question, it means we want to find out what makes us happy. If what makes us happy is different from what we have now, then we must either change once and for all or stay as we are, feeling even more unhappy.
Even for me life had its gleams of sunshine.
I think that the best thing we can do for our children is to allow them to do things for themselves, allow them to be strong, allow them to experience life on their own terms, allow them to take the subway… let them be better people, let them believe more in themselves.
We are stuck with technology when what we really want is just stuff that works.
— Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt
Tom Hiddleston Tells Us About Living Below The Line [x]
It scares me how hard it is to remember life before you. I can’t even make the comparisons anymore, because my memories of that time have all the depth of a photograph. It seems foolish to play games of better and worse. It’s simply a matter of is and is no longer.
— David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary
trying to clean my room
trying to be productive
trying to be calm
just drinking beer
just listening to records
just being a dumb girl and wasting time and w/e
Well considering I ate an entire half before I went HAM on your half…. So full! (at The Chocolate Room)
Check out my new wheels! (at Kane Street)
Six hundred and forty fish later, the only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.
Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love.
I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart.
Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said before, bugs in amber.