Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars.Victor Hugo, Ninety Three (via wordsnquotes)
- Tumblr: Only a heartless person would scroll pa-
- Me: *Scrolls past*
In our thousands, in our millions, we are all Palestinians. (at House Of Parliament, Westminster, London)
[AGGRESSIVELY REJECTS ADULTHOOD]
The worst part about anything that’s self destructive is that it’s so intimate. You become so close with your addictions and illnesses that leaving them behind is like killing the part of yourself that taught you how to survive.L.L
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Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.Picoult, Jodi. My Sister’s Keeper. (via wordsnquotes)
"I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be."
"You’ll figure that out. The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you." Lost in Translation (2003)
this got to me (via wearesleeplessteens)
I think about this sometimes: about how messed up we all really are on the inside. How we put on this “day face” and try to just live life and be okay, but underneath all that we have all these layers of neuroses and disappointments and unresolved issues that stay dormant until they’re triggered. Not overtly, most of the time — we wouldn’t be able to function if it were overt all the time — but under. Underneath us, inside of us. Things that happened to us that changed us. Heartbreak and trauma woven into the texture of our skins.
What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger but it also makes us fucking tired.
…Of course, someone somewhere always has it worse. And I’m not going to say everyone deserves some sort of medal for getting out of bed in the morning. But damn it, when you think about all this weight that piles up on us, and all our different coping strategies (some adaptive, some not so much), and the scars we accumulate throughout our lives (everyone has them) that make us all the interesting damaged messes that we are; the way we individually experience loss and heartbreak and nothingness and push through it, we’re doing a pretty good job as humans. We do things. We go to work. We go to school. We do the laundry. We breathe. We function. We grieve and we pick ourselves up and adapt and keep going.
We keep moving, because there’s not a whole lot else to do.