My thoughts, My guts spilled out to you, My place to freely speak, Mine, all Mine.

Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open if its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what had become of it.

—Memoirs of a Geisha

2. Be a vigorous dancer

rulesformyunbornson:

But you are under no obligation to join a conga line. 

(via rulesformyunbornson)

Also, total self dependency is stupid. There’s a reason solitary confinement is a punishment and makes people go crazy.

I love you.

Those three powerful words.
I am fortunate to have a very supportive family,
And for most of my life supportive friends as well.
I have become used to hearing the words, “I love you”

Not used to in a way that makes them less meaningful,
But used to in a way that makes them sorely missed.
This separation from those who openly and obviously care for me makes me anxious
I think that my emotional stability is closely linked to this.
When I’m apart from those people and lack that frequent support I falter
It makes me doubt and question myself.

And I search for a substitute, a replacement

  • Tyler: She's trying to kiss me. I'm in a relationship
  • Me: With who? Your hand?
  • Tyler: Committed!

Why is it that as soon as I begin the trek uphill, something pops up in my face that pushes me over and laughs as I roll down?

humansofnewyork:

"I’m studying to be a librarian."
"What’s the sexiest part about being a librarian?"

"I’d say the width of our knowledge. The rest of academia seems to have a rather specific focal point, whereas librarians need to know enough to serve as a guide for researchers of every discipline."

humansofnewyork:

"I’m studying to be a librarian."

"What’s the sexiest part about being a librarian?"

"I’d say the width of our knowledge. The rest of academia seems to have a rather specific focal point, whereas librarians need to know enough to serve as a guide for researchers of every discipline."

4-2-13 (found this yesterday)

I have become
A creature of the night
The sky is grey
Every day
The only light is neon
Dim but not dull
Glitz and glitter
Black and gold
The glory’s old
Music loud
I can’t hear a sound
But for the rush of wind
As we fly by

Truthbomb

delgrosso:

I’m pretty fucking magnificent, when you get right down to it.

I’m trying to reach Nirvana through coffee

—Austin

Yet I’m still putting myself in situations…

Did you ask people how I was because you really cared how I was or because you were worried I was mad at you?

What exactly did you mean?
In this instance, 
That one, 
And the other?
If you were so scared of losing me, 
Why did you push me away?
You’ve done it, you know.
The combination of choices you have made
Has had a potent outcome
I hope you are satisfied with the result.

Fuck you it’s a giraffe eye. What are you a feesh?

—Sydney and the moon