As human beings, our job in life is to help people realize how rare and valuable...– Fred Rogers
“My thoughts — and here they are at their worst — balloon into debilitating worries that lie, that is to say, they do not speak to me with accuracy about past, present or future moments. You are going to lose your job. It’s out of pity they don’t tell you how bad you are. You’re a flimsy self-bitch. Catastrophic is how my shrink describes them. What feels...
The purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever...– Kurt Vonnegut (via nevver)
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. a state of exhaustion inspired by acts of horror, which force you to revise your image of what can happen in this world—rebuilding the fences around what’s normal, weeding out all unwelcome and invasive truths, cultivating the perennial good that’s buried under the surface—propping yourself up like an old scarecrow, who’s bursting at the seams but powerless to do...
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach—lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended habitat, in which you’d be fluidly, brilliantly, effortlessly at home.
Then I think of you in bed, your tongue half chocolate, half ocean, of the...– Anne Sexton, Eighteen Days Without You (via roadmovies)
When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no...– Madeleine L’Engle (via ofbirdsandmoons)
Good poems have a lyric identity that goes beyond whatever their subject happens...– Mark Strand (via mttbll)
It’s deplorable that sexually adventurous young women are constantly told they...– Kerry Howley (via shittyweekend) Wow, that is totally true