Whenever I see an attractive guy my age in Barnes & Noble by himself I’m just kinda like, “Let me love you…”
Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. - Happy birthday, Jack Kerouac! Celebrate with his magnificent letter on kindness, the illusion of the self, and the “golden eternity.” (via explore-blog)
I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company. - Henry Miller (via alcools)
How can I accept a limited definable self, when I feel, in me, all possibilities? - Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934 (Mariner, 1969)
Perfectionism is a self destructive and addictive belief system that fuels this primary thought: If I look perfect, live perfect, and work perfect, I can avoid or minimize criticism, blame and ridicule, the painful feelings of shame, judgment, and blame. All perfectionism is, is the 20-ton shield that we carry around hoping that it will keep us from being hurt - Brene Brown (via erotec)
She was a person you would not be surprised to find sitting by herself in a corner of the world where she didn’t belong, writing things in a notebook to prevent the rise of panic. -
From “Hold Me Fast, Don’t Let Me Pass” by Alice Munro.
He wasn’t antisocial — he always had friends, and everybody liked him — but he could go off and entertain himself for hours. He didn’t seem to need toys or friends. He could be alone without being lonely. - Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild (via stretchedsleeves)
Reblog if it’s okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.
I don’t feel like doing anything. I don’t feel like walking - it is tiring; I don’t feel like lying down, for either I would lie down for a long time, and I don’t feel like doing that, or I would get up right away, and I don’t feel like that either - I don’t feel like riding - the motion is too vigorous for my apathy; I don’t feel like doing anything except just taking a drive, indolently, smoothly undulating along, letting objects in abundance glide by, pausing at every beautiful spot merely to feel my listlessness - my ideas and impulses are just as barren as a eunuch’s desire. - Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or, Part 1 (via stxxz)
Stop waiting for friday, for summer, for a boy to fall in love with you. Happiness is achieved when you stop waiting for it and make something of the moment you’re in right now. - e-stablish (via w-ildfires)