things i like.

"If you show that you are afraid of them, you give promise of a good hunting, whereas if you show indifference, they begin to doubt their own power and therefore tend to let you alone."



"...there is too much respect paid to the opinions of others, both in general matters and in small ones. One should as a rule respect public opinion in so far as necessary to avoid starvation and to keep out of prison, but anything that goes beyond this is voluntary submission to an unnecessary tyranny, and is likely to interfere with happiness in all kinds of ways."

practice writing. busybusy. diet coke is my company.

well i sold my soul to jesus and since then ive had no fun

im feeling a bit lost right now

, but still happy id say :)

Having turned inward in a search for meaning, we turn outward in a search for direction, scanning others for the social signals they emit regarding what is in and what is out, what is desirable and what is not. . . . This person is oriented not to inner values but to other people. It is in the peer group that acceptance is found and outcasts are named. . . . Where once people took pride in accomplishments and in their character, [they] think only of how they stand with others. . . . Once people worked to achieve tangible ends, to accomplish things. Now, such accomplishments are of far less significance than one's "image." Once people worked; now they manipulate. Once people sweated; now they seduce. Once people wished to be respected, to have their accomplishments recognized; now they wish to be envied, regardless of whether they are envied for anything they have actually accomplished.

- david f. wells.

and it hurts when we fall, and fairness doesn’t enter it at all.
I know I play rough, but I said I loved you and isn’t that enough? 

my sleeping is still affected by sadness, but the weather! rain, thunder, wind. its dramatic yet calming in one. 

i am too sad to fall asleep

en route to fixing things. you're helping but you'll never know.

You are not boring or vain or simple or mean. You are colorful, complex, and have a beauty that is all your own. And for the record, you are infinitely nicer than they give you credit for.

lala

:)

mozart to start a wednesday morning. :)

you are the risk i'll always take

the only branch i'll never break..

outside my  bedroom window, 7:34am (without a wink of sleep.) hello friday :)

SERVICE
You should leave your house today
with an empty garbage bag
and some walking shoes
and start off toward no where at all.
 
On the way you should pick up every piece of trash you find
that hasn’t already been claimed
by a smaller animal
and stuff it into your bag.
 
You should see how far you make it
before your bag is full,
and once it is
you should turn around and walk back.
On the way back
you should think about your neighbors
and how they aren’t bad people
and don’t consider themselves filthy
But how they managed to waste so much
and leave it all out here
for you to carry home.
When you get home
you should put the bag on your kitchen counter
and draw a face on it with a magic marker
and give it a name
and take a picture of it
and make it some tea.
While you drink the tea
you should talk to it,
and tell it a secret that you’ve never told anyone before.
After you’re done you should stuff it into a trash can
and gently close the lid
and put it out on the curb for collection.
After that, you should go lay down
and close your eyes
and think about yourself
and how you aren’t a bad person
and don’t consider yourself filthy
and how nice it is to go for a walk
and clear your head
on a beautiful day like today.


dallas clayton. 

“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”

oh i wish it were true but the reasons i cant fall asleep go something like: confused bodyclock.! neglected  coursework and a mumble jumbled social life. eek

delicate




we might kiss when we are alone, when nobody's watching
we might take it home...

ill is what i am right now. not much to be doing but tea + bed. two of my favourites.

this is love, she thought, isn't it? when you notice someone's absence and hate that absence more than anything? more, even, than you love his presence?





...im so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything