Quotes added on Thursday, July 14 2016

i once found a swollen lymph node
and i secretly wished it was cancer
because cancer could kill me
and i was too scared to kill myself

—j.p.


 I am the sun. Bright, wild, passionate– 

everything you’d think you’re looking for. Then you realize I’m not.

People come to me, sometimes. They take what they want, my energy, my light, just so they can get a tan. But no one stays for too long. 
Nobody really seeks me out. No one looks at me for more than a couple of seconds. No one wants too much of me. No one wants to try for risk of getting sunburnt.

Other times, most of it, everyone’s too busy working, doing routine, living their lives, to actually stop and notice me. Busy. Busy, busy. Everyone’s too busy around me. They can’t wait until the day is over.
The best part of me is the end – the sunset. Or the sunrise.

I am made up of reality. No one wants to get to know me. Because reality, life in daylight, the truth, is far too harsh.

She
she is the night sky. The moon, the stars, and the infiniteness of life. Memories are born, epic and great, under her crescent smile. She is made up of romance and magic. She is made up of dreams.

People seek her out. Plan travels, schedule to pause their entire lives just to look at her. And it’s not even a glimpse. Everyone stays up for hours, sometimes the entire night, just to spend time with her.

We’re all attracted to her. Drawn to her good vibes and endless possibilities. She is when we nestle safely inside a lover’s arms, party all our cares away, or make bonfires to skinny dip with friends for the first time.

There is nothing dangerous about her. Whether it’s the city skyline or nature’s aurora – everybody is in love. She is soft, alluring. Van Gogh painted a masterpiece about her.

She is boundless. She is perfect. She is beautiful.
I pale in comparison.
easy to maintain hegemony when you see the coefficient of the competition
 
 









All the pretty stars shine for you, my love.

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i'll wait for you, babe,
THAT'S ALL I DO, BABE,
Don'T come THrouGH, BaBe,
You neveR Do– Because
I'm pretty when I cry.
 
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once, when i was still grieving over you, my dad asked me how can you miss him? it's like missing a toothache. but actually, your presence was also the morphine, a pleasant numbness, a blissful ignorance to all the pain you were causing; and when you were gone i couldn't stop running my tongue along the smooth expanse of emptiness, over the gaping hole you left, tasting the blood and the bitterness of loss in my mouth and it was only then that the ache began to throb insistently, demanding to be felt. i guess i missed the sugar coated decay.

—b.m.s

It's a big and beautiful world.
Most of us live and die in the same corner
where we were born, and never get to see any of it....
I don't want to be most of us.

Oberyn Martell/Red Viper - Game of Thrones.
I would destroy myself to fix you
No one is born with Positive Passion. This Power is ignited by Inspiration!
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life,
and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived"
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