People don’t listen, they just wait for their turn to talk.
Chuck Palahniuk (via katara)
“The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.”
i hope one day you find someone who makes flowers grow in even the saddest parts of you
I think it’s great for two people to be together, that’s a good number. I think, that to keep it alive thought, you can’t spend every day together, it wears out the magic. Love means nothing to me if it’s not fortified with fierce, painful longing, brief explosive instances of furious passion and intimacy and then a sad parting for a time. In that way, you can give your life to it and still have a life of your own. I think some couples spend to much time together, they flatten out the potential for experience by constant closeness. Passion builds over time like steam, let it rage until it’s exhausted and then leave it alone to let it build up again. Why can’t love be insane and distorted? How can it be vital if it has the same threshold as normal day-to-day experience? Why can’t you write burning letters and let your nocturnal self smolder with desire for one who is not there? Why not let the days before you see her be excruciating and ferment in your mind so that on the day you go to the airport to pick her up, you’re nearly sick with anticipation? And then when desire shows the first sign of contentment, throw it back in it’s cage and let it slowly build itself back into a state of starved fury. Then when you are together, it all matters. So that when you look into her eyes, you lose your balance, so that when she touches you, it feels like you have never been touched before. When she says your name, you think it was she who named you. When she has gone, you bury your face in the pillow to smell her hair and you lie awake at night remembering your face in her neck, her breathing and the amazing smell of her skin. Your eyes go wet because you want her so bad and miss her so much, now that is worth the miles and the time. That matches the inferno of life. Otherwise you poison each other with your presence day after day as you drag each other through the inevitable mundane aspects of your life. That is the slow death that I see slapped on faces everywhere I go. It’a part of the world’s sadness that’s more empty than cold, poorly lit rooms in cities of the American night.
What I am really saying is that you don’t need to do anything, because if you see yourself in the correct way, you are all as much extraordinary phenomena of nature as trees, clouds, the patterns in running water, the flickering of fire, the arrangement of the stars, and the form of a galaxy. You are all just like that, and there is nothing wrong with you at all.
Lucky Charms are like the vampires of breakfast cereal. They’re magical, they’re delicious, they’re a little bit dangerous and bad for you. They initially make you feel great, but then over time you realize that maybe your relationship with Lucky Charms is just a little bit unhealthy and you start to think, ‘Maybe I don’t want to be in a long-term relationship with a breakfast cereal that tastes delicious but damages my health.’ But then the Lucky Charms gets all stalker on you and for some reason you kind of like that. It makes you feel special. So yeah, you spend your life with Lucky Charms. That’s awesome. That’s a great way to… get diabetes.
Cute Puppies and Black Markets
Me: That puppy is so cute! I want one. They probably sell one on the black market.
Friend: That's racist!
Me: ....What are you talking about.
Friend: It's the All-Ethnicity-Acceptance market!
Me: ....pffft ahahahahahahahahahha
The Fault in Our Stars is such a good book. :)