Inadequate Quiet Obsessions.

"I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in..."

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 11:58:48 +0800

“I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.”

- (via stymshaws)

"She realized for the first time that two people can never reach each other’s deepest feelings and..."

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 09:57:06 +0800

“She realized for the first time that two people can never reach each other’s deepest feelings and instincts, that they spend their lives side by side, linked it may be, but not mingled, and that each one’s inmost being must go through life eternally alone.”

- Guy de Maupassant (via cartographe)

"I was overwhelmed by a stillness deeper than anything I’d known. A devastating absence hovered about..."

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 17:15:15 +0800

“I was overwhelmed by a stillness deeper than anything I’d known. A devastating absence hovered about my apartment. I stayed shut-in for six months. I never went out during the day, except to make the absolute minimum purchases necessary to survive. I’d venture into the city with the first gray of dawn and walk the deserted streets, and when the streets started to fill with people, I holed up back indoors to sleep.”

- Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance (via fr33styl33)

"I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed..."

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 11:30:16 +0800

“I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.”

- Margaret Atwood (via kitty-en-classe)

"Love is not a profession genteel or otherwise sex is not dentistry the slick filling of aches and..."

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 06:05:06 +0800

“

Love is not a profession
genteel or otherwise

sex is not dentistry
the slick filling of aches and cavities

you are not my doctor
you are not my cure,

nobody has that
power, you are merely a fellow/traveler.

”

- Margaret Atwood, “Is/Not” (via larmoyante)

"“It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people..."

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 06:04:19 +0800

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“It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.

A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, it’s happening.

Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all look at you like you’re some prized jewel and they tell you over and over again just how lucky you are to be young and have your whole life ahead of you. “Getting old ain’t for sissies,” your father tells you wearily.

You wish they’d stop saying these things to you because all it does is fill you with guilt and panic. All it does is remind you of how much you’re not taking advantage of your youth.

You want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a stranger’s bed maybe once or twice just to see if it feels good to feel nothing, you want to have a group of friends that feels like a tribe, a bonafide family. You want to go from one place to the next constantly and have your weekends feel like one long epic day. You want to dance to stupid music in your stupid room and have a nice job that doesn’t get in the way of living your life too much. You want to be less scared, less anxious, and more willing. Because if you’re closed off now, you can only imagine what you’ll be like later.

Every day you vow to change some aspect of your life and every day you fail. At this point, you’re starting to question your own power as a human being. As of right now, your fears have you beat. They’re the ones that are holding your twenties hostage.

Stop thinking that everyone is having more sex than you, that everyone has more friends than you, that everyone out is having more fun than you. Not because it’s not true (it might be!) but because that kind of thinking leaves you frozen. You’ve already spent enough time feeling like you’re stuck, like you’re watching your life fall through you like a fast dissolve and you’re unable to hold on to anything.

I don’t know if you ever get better. I don’t know if a person can just wake up one day and decide to be an active participant in their life. I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that people get better each and every day but that’s not really true. People get worse and it’s their stories that end up getting forgotten because we can’t stand an unhappy ending. The sick have to get better. Our normalcy depends upon it.

You have to value yourself. You have to want great things for your life. This sort of shit doesn’t happen overnight but it can and will happen if you want it.

Do you want it bad enough? Does the fear of being filled with regret in your thirties trump your fear of living today?

We shall see.”

”

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You’re Not Making The Most Of Your 20s by Ryan O’Connell

(via genioussteals)

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ediesedgwick-sharontate: Edie in Lupe

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 06:49:23 +0800

ediesedgwick-sharontate:

Edie in Lupe

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"Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive."

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 06:43:17 +0800

“Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.”

- Josephine Hart (via quote-book)

"Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that..."

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 06:42:58 +0800

“Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.”

- Lemony Snicket (via atomiclanterns)

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Mon, 17 Jun 2013 00:16:02 +0800

"Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your..."

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 23:21:06 +0800

“Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers.”

- Margaret Atwood, In Other Worlds (via larmoyante)

aseaofquotes: Steven Hall, The Raw Shark Texts Submitted...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 23:18:23 +0800

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Steven Hall, The Raw Shark Texts

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"Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn’t matter. Ours is..."

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 23:17:43 +0800

“Come, come, whoever you are.
Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving.
It doesn’t matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times.
Come, yet again,
come, come.”

- Rumi (via middlenameconfused)

"You can never have too much sky."

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 23:17:11 +0800

“You can never have too much sky.”

- The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros (via issa516)

John Singer Sargent’s palette. Harvard museum

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 11:27:01 +0800

John Singer Sargent’s palette. Harvard museum

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Thu, 13 Jun 2013 21:56:21 +0800

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Maureen Johnson, The Last Little Blue Envelope

Submitted by youaremypatronus.