I know I knocked the table over.

~ Sunday, May 20 ~

“ I learned to be unfaithful from my parents. Not infidelity in the classic sense — but I was always prepared for the unhappy ending, which made me less willing to work toward a happy one. I was unfaithful to the idea of a well-adjusted future.

— Girls’ Poker Night by Jill A. Davis

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~ Wednesday, May 16 ~

“ I’ve spent so much time in my head and in my heart that I forgot to live in my body.

— Tara Hardy

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~ Monday, May 14 ~

“ Many people still confuse ‘attachment’ with ‘love.’ Attachments are about fear and dependency, and have more to do with love of self than love of another. Love without attachment is the purest love because it isn’t about what others can give you, because you’re empty. It’s about what you can give others—because you’re already full.

— Yasmin Mogahed

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~ Friday, May 4 ~

“ Scar tissue has no character. It’s not like skin. It doesn’t show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It’s like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what’s beneath. That’s why we grow it; we have something to hide.

— Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted

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~ Friday, April 27 ~

“ Suicide is just a moment. This is how she described it to me. For just a moment, it doesn’t matter that you’ve got people who love you and the sun is shining and there’s a movie coming out this weekend that you’ve been dying to see. It hits you all of a sudden that nothing is ever going to be okay, ever, and you kind of dare yourself. You pick up a knife and press it gently to your skin, you look out a nineteenth-story window and you think, I could just do it. I could just do it. And most of the time, you look at the height and you get scared, or you think about the poor people on the sidewalk below - what if there are kids coming home from school and they have to spend the rest of their lives trying to forget this terrible thing you’re going to make them see? And the moment’s over. You think about how sad it would’ve been if you never got to see that movie, and you look at your dog and wonder who would’ve taken care of her if you had gone. And you go back to normal. But you keep it there in your mind. Even if you never take yourself up on it, it gives you a kind of comfort to know that the day is yours to choose. You tuck it away in your brain like sour candy tucked in your cheek, and the puckering memory it leaves behind, the rough pleasure of running your tongue over its strange terrain, is exactly the same. The day was hers to choose, and perhaps in that treetop moment when she looked down and saw the yard, the world, her life, spread out below her, perhaps she chose to plunge toward it headlong. Perhaps she saw before her a lifetime of walking on the ruined earth and chose instead a single moment in the air.

— Carolyn Parkhurst, The Dogs of Babel

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~ Monday, April 23 ~

“ Just for future reference, don’t use words like ‘love’ anymore. It’s a very sensitive word and it wears out quickly. Romeo barely says it, but John Hinckley filled up a whole journal with it. To put it into your terms, it’s a currency that’s easily devalued. Pretty soon you’re saying it whenever you hang up the phone or whenever you leave. It turns into an apology. Then it’s an excuse. Some assholes want it to be a bulletproof vest: don’t hate me; I love you. But mostly it just means—more. More, more—give me something more. A couple of years from now, when you’re on your own completely, if you really fall in love, if it really comes to that—and I pity you if it does—you have to look right down into the black of her eyes, right down into the emptiness in there and feel everything, absolutely everything she needs and you have to be willing to drown in it. You’d have to want to be crushed, buried alive. Because that’s what real love feels like—choking. They used to bury some women in their wedding dresses, you know. I thought it was because all those husbands were too cheap to spring for another gown, but now it makes sense: love is your first foot in the grave. That’s why the second most abused word is ‘forever.’

— Peter Craig, Hot Plastic

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~ Thursday, April 19 ~

I was satisfied with haiku until I met you,

but now I want a Russian novel,
a 50-page description of you sleeping.

— D. Young

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~ Tuesday, April 10 ~

“ Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.

— David Foster Wallace

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~ Thursday, April 5 ~

“ Don’t ask for guarantees. And don’t look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were heading for shore.

— Ray Bradbury

(Source: venula)

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~ Thursday, March 15 ~

“ When you are used to the kind of life -of never getting anything you want- you stop knowing what it is you want.

— Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

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~ Tuesday, March 6 ~

“ In real life…people don’t change, don’t learn anything from their mistakes, and don’t apologize.

— Kurt Vonnegut, Timequake (via sammwich)

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~ Tuesday, February 21 ~

“

I have long determined that the best thing I could do was to put an end to the existence of a being whose birth was unfortunate, and whose life has only been a series of pain to those persons who have hurt their health in endeavoring to promote her welfare.

Perhaps to hear of my death will give you pain, but you will soon have the blessing of forgetting that such a creature ever existed as…

— Fanny Godwin (1816)

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