I am afraid. I am not solid but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness.
- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals (via frenchtwist)
I think my brain is wired to work and create. Not wired for social situations. I think I can play the parts when I have to and I can be very genuine even when I am trembling on the inside or am anxious.
- David Michael Bennett (via mad4thehatter)
EVERY ENDING IS A NEW BEGINNING
YOUR LUCKY NUMBER IS NONE
YOUR LUCKY COLOR IS DEAD
LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON
→ American Gods
For asexuals, sex is like… a donut. When we see a donut, we do not have the urge to eat the donut. This does not necessarily mean we hate the donut, or think the donut is disgusting— many of us even like donuts. But we never have any urge to walk over there and eat it. Demisexuals will have the urge to eat the donut only if it their absolute favorite kind of donut in the whole world, and greysexuals sometimes will have the urge to get the donut, and sometimes not. Celibates are on diets.
Presented without comment.
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
- Neil Gaiman (via socalfeminist)
It’s a New Year and with it comes a fresh opportunity to shape our world.
So this is my wish, a wish for me as much as it is a wish for you: in the world to come, let us be brave – let us walk into the dark without fear, and step into the unknown with smiles on our faces, even if we’re faking them.
And whatever happens to us, whatever we make, whatever we learn, let us take joy in it. We can find joy in the world if it’s joy we’re looking for, we can take joy in the act of creation.
So that is my wish for you, and for me. Bravery and joy.
We must love ourselves. You can’t look in the mirror and hate yourself. You cannot tell yourself you don’t matter, that you’re not…normal.
- The Marvelous Bunny Bennett - Steam Powered Giraffe band member (via automatonic-tawnybear)
If I love you more, will you suffer less?
- Elie Wiesel quotes his five-year-old grandson at Boston University lecture series (via sircrowley)
I’m a good person but a shitty writer. You’re a shitty person but a good writer. We’d make a good team. I don’t want to ask you any favors, but if you have time—and from what I saw, you have plenty—I was wondering if you could write a eulogy for Hazel. I’ve got notes and everything, but if you could just make it into a coherent whole or whatever? Or even just tell me what I should say differently.
Here’s the thing about Hazel: Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That’s what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease.
I want to leave a mark.
But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a rock star and you think, “They’ll remember me now,” but (a) they don’t remember you, and (b) all you leave behind are more scars. Your coup becomes a dictatorship. Your minimall becomes a lesion.
(Okay, maybe I’m not such a shitty writer. But I can’t pull my ideas together, Van Houten. My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.)
If you are a student you should always get a good night’s sleep unless you have come to the good part of your book and then you should stay up all night and let your schoolwork fall by the wayside, a phrase which means “flunk.
- Lemony Snicket, The Austere Academy (A Series of Unfortunate Events)
Ernest Hemingway once won a bet by crafting a six-word short story, that can make people cry. Here it is.
I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone.
- Robin Williams (via sabishis)
I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong.
- The Beatrice Letters, Lemony Snicket (via newsoms)