I learned that the world didn’t see the inside of you, that it didn’t care a whit about the hopes and dreams, and sorrows, that lay masked by skin and bone. It was as simple, as absurd, and as cruel as that.
—Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed (via cold-winter-days)
What am I to make of these contradictions?
—Sylvia Plath, from An Appearance (via violentwavesofemotion)
Journal #3
We are human, we destroy everything good that comes along. We deny ourselves the right to be happy because we fear the bad that will come afterwards. We play a game of doubtfulness with life, we never believe what’s in front of us. We see it but we don’t appreciate it. It’s too good to be real, to be meant for us, to be ours to keep. We are human and we despise breathing in the good and keep on inhaling the bad.
Can you see me? All of me? Probably not. No one ever really has.
—Jeffrey Eugenides (via splitterherzen)
“We wear clothes, and speak, and create civilizations, and believe we are more than wolves. But inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are.”
— Anthony Marra, A Constellation of Vital Phenomena
i’ve spent half my life trying to understand bukowski
so that i could write poetry like he did.
i guess i’ve since realised that
bukowski wrote to make people wish they were bukowski, and that is art in itself:
when words can make you wish you were a worse human being just so that you could be better at your craft!
the very sacrifice of self to another in order to sacrifice yourself again,
to lose yourself in someone who lost themselves at the bottom of a hipflask
and to try to find yourself in a circle of screaming at your loved ones between meals.
the notes of a dirty old man have brought thousands screeching to a halt
to ponder the profundity of bad, bad people,
to glorify the terrible in the world for the rest of their days.
heroes are only human.
—it’s important to remember that bukowski was a terrible person | ishani jasmin (via oshono)
Most parents don’t understand how important it is to apologize to your children for the unexpected cruelty of this world. Even if good things happen more than bad things, it’s still good to remind your children that you’re sorry. Mostly for the things that are out of your control.
—Small conversations, #10 (via mostlyfiction)
I am just carbon and bad timing.
—Neil Hilborn (via girlsjunk)
We are not supposed to disappear inside of loss or love. Someone should have told me that sooner.
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Caitlyn Siehl, ”Seven”
(via lilbirddreams)