If you sit and think about what you want to write, you will never write. If...– Write One Leaf (via throttleinterconnect) (via whyshewrote)
This country, with its institutions, belongs to the people who inhabit it....– Abraham Lincoln
fmylife: Today, I went to the grocery store, and I realized that all I bought was cat food and $30 worth of protein bars. Yes, I have become THAT single woman. FML
Most people, as far as I can see, when they’re in love with someone and the love...– W. Somerset Maugham (via isthisblood)
Susanna Kaysen: [reading from a book] “Borderline Personality Disorder. An instability of self-image, relationships and mood… uncertainty about goals, impulsive in activities that are self-damaging, such as casual sex.” Lisa Rowe: I like that. Susanna Kaysen: “Social contrariness and a generally pessimistic attitude are often observed” Well, that’s me. Lisa...
lovegivesmehope: A long time ago, I was on the verge of committing suicide when a guy came to the roof to have lunch. He saw me climbing over the railing and asked me to share his lunch with him. After receiving my puzzled look, he explained, “Everyone should die happy. Or at least with a full stomach.” We celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary last month.
Just One Thought About Haiti
nightmarebrunette: I don’t know what to say in circumstances like these that won’t seem flimsy or pretentious. But I did see somebody on my dashboard reblogging someone else who said that one take away could be how important it is to do your own disaster preparedness, because even in the US (clearly) we’re far from perfecting the art of keeping people alive in nature’s terrible wake. That’s not...
Writers fight a myriad of internal battles that are difficult to translate to...– Gail Sher, One Continuous Mistake (via nightmarebrunette)
I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly...– Anais Nin (via nightmarebrunette)
Some day, after mastering the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity, we shall...– Teilhard de Chardin (via fuckyeahlove)
I can see right through you. Like glass. Right through to your heart and the beats per second, drumming into me, the lyrics of your lies & your truths. I can smell the blood, the way it pumps through your veins with either pure or ill intent. I can see myself in your eyes. Like crystal balls. The way I’m reflected tells me how you will teach me, use me, need me, fuck me, love me, leave...