“Song” written at 17 by Edna St. Vincent Millay, for her mother.

5:03 pm  •  18 May 2013  •  1 note

“Now all you can do is wait. It must be hard for you, but there is a right time for everything. Like the ebb and flow of tides. No one can do anything to change them. When it is time to wait, you must wait.”

— Haruki Murakami/ The Wind Up Bird Chronicle (via vous-trouvez)

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3:50 am  •  18 May 2013  •  2,746 notes

“I’d woken up early and I took a long time getting ready to exist.”

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet  (via wolf-cub)

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1:43 am  •  18 May 2013  •  4,100 notes

“I wish there was a way to know you were in the good old days before you’ve actually left them.”

— Andy Bernard, The Office, “Finale”  (via desesperant)

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1:14 am  •  18 May 2013  •  201 notes

hillarycalhoun:

A crappy work schedule isn’t the end of the world.

Paying hundreds of dollars for a dress you’ll wear once isn’t the end of the world either.

And while we’re at it, the sky isn’t going to come crashing down over tired mornings, restless nights, days spent laying on the floor focusing on TV to drown out your mind, mean messages, coffee alone, empty suitcases, needing your family, gaining weight, missing your best friend.

Because at the end of the day, you have enough. You are living and breathing and yeah, a lot of things really suck a lot and so many things are unbearably devastating but there is so much hope and so much potential for better days to come. I’m trying hard to make myself focus on what matters and how beautiful my life really is. There are miracles everywhere if you can force yourself to turn your eyes from the tragedies and zoom in on the tiny pieces of joy that make up every day.

It’s not easy now and it probably won’t ever be, but trying is what matters, and I know now that I have a lot of willingness I didn’t have just a short time ago.

And that in itself is progress.

I miss her I miss her I miss her I MISS HER.

5:28 pm  •  17 May 2013  •  19 notes

“

1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a city bus. Don’t. It will not be beautiful. It will not be brave. It will be selfish. It will be broken. Your mother will cry.

2. Don’t write for him. Write for you. Write for others like you. Write so the girl that thinks about stepping in front of public transportation doesn’t. Don’t be selfish.

3. When you will yourself to sleep and it doesn’t come- get up. It doesn’t matter that it’s 3 am. There will be other 3 am’s. Take a shower. Take two. Wash him out of your hair. Write a poem. Read the same book you’ve read 202 times again. The 203rd time might tell you something different. Don’t stay in bed- you will think about the bus again.

4. Don’t kiss him because he’s broken. Don’t kiss him because his laughter never reaches his eyes. Don’t try and fix him. Fix yourself first. Be selfish. He can’t save you.

5. Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.

6. Dress up and wear red lipstick and get drunk with your friends. They’re the ones that will pick you up. Don’t kiss him. Or him. Don’t fall asleep on strange couches with strange boys. When his hand slides up your dress walk away. Hit him. Don’t kiss him. He can’t save you.

7. Get another tattoo. Get five more. Get another hole in your ear. Don’t listen to your dad. You will still be able to get a job. Did you really want to be employed by someone like your father? Haven’t you had enough of judgmental old white men anyway? Get fuck you tattooed in tiny letters on your hip.

8. When you feel the yearning for a new city- start over. Take 200 bucks and a three suitcases. Work anywhere that will have you. Meet strange people and forget your name. Call yourself Ruby. No one will know the difference. Remember to call your mother. Don’t be selfish. Come home when you find yourself in the strangers and the small one bedroom apartment.

9. Don’t whisper evil things into your own ear. Other people are going to shout them at you. Be your own hero. Keep a sword on your key ring.

10. Don’t step in front of a city bus. It will not be beautiful. Live. Stay up all night with a boy that promises you everything and means it. Live. See shitty local bands with a friend. Wear a different band’s t-shirt. No one will care. Live. Have a baby girl with tiny fingers and tiny toes someday. Pour love into her until it’s overflowing. Live. Wake up. Staying in bed all day is not poetic.

Live. Live.

Live.

Do you hear that? It’s me. It’s your life. Wake up.

”

— (via girl-violence)

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1:22 am  •  17 May 2013  •  66,958 notes

You’re nothing but a pack of cards!

(Source: inside-of-a-parallel-universe, via lewis-carroll)

6:10 pm  •  16 May 2013  •  213 notes

“i’m still so much the same and so different. i was hurt at sixteen and at eighteen i’m healing. i was more lost then, more confused. i’m still a child, was more a child then. or i’m more a child now. i lost my innocence over and over again and then tried to win it back and instead of innocence i have found peace. there is no more chaos. i’ve raised my shame to the surface and have learned to confront it. i no longer believe that other people can save me as much as i can save myself. i’ve realized that my problems aren’t enough to start a revolution. i’ve started to see people as human beings instead of peripheries of my own life. i’ve started to laugh at hatred. i have found love repeatedly. i have kissed many boys, have touched their bodies and i’ve realized that i have never needed skin as much as i thought i did. i am the opposite of empty now. i am so full that sometimes it’s overwhelming. i don’t steal as much as i used to. i’m no longer afraid of finishing books. i don’t have anyone to impress by myself. i have realized it is okay to love my parents. i have realized that who i am and who i will become is my fate. i’ve learned a lot of things but i’m still naïve and ignorant and will never have all the knowledge that i want. i’ve realized that faith is not something to be ashamed of. i’ve realized that i don’t believe in religion. i have told death to leave me alone for now. i’ve stopped caring what people think about me. i’ve started to believe in myself. it’s a very strange gap — between now and sixteen. i am so much the same and was, in many ways, much better off then. i’m so different now but in many ways, i am free.”

— Shinji Moon (via myheartgoesbumbumbum)

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6:08 pm  •  16 May 2013  •  120 notes

when you run into someone
you haven’t seen in over a year,
someone who you loved deeply,
still do,
someone who straight up
abandoned you
someone who only gave you
an echoes answer,
and suddenly they’re standing
directly in front of you and you
aren’t afraid to look them straight
in the eyes like you thought
you would be
and all you feel is love
which surprises you because
you aren’t used to
softening, you aren’t used
to forgiving.
and then without thinking,
you pull that person,
who is practically a stranger
to you now, into
a tight embrace, that is when
you know hesitation
no longer belongs to you,
that is when you know
that something inside you has
changed
for the better
while you weren’t looking.

11:47 am  •  16 May 2013  •  4 notes

“And now I have to stop. Because every time I remember this, I have to cry a little by myself. I don’t know why something that made me so happy then feels so sad now. Maybe that’s the way it is with the best memories.”

— Amy Tan, The Kitchen God’s Wife (via simply-quotes)

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1:54 am  •  16 May 2013  •  843 notes