I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
— Vincent Van Gogh (via lillyfelizitas)
Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
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Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via katisque)
why haven’t i read this book yet
(via sodcalm-getangry)
Thank you for ruining a classic novel hollywood! I’m usually a big fan of anachronism in films, but so help me god, if you try this shit with “To the Lighthouse,” there will be hell to pay. I’d hate to see Lily Briscoe paint to the music of Rihanna or Gotye. BLAAAAAHHHHHHH
The highly sensitive tend to be philosophical or spiritual in their orientation, rather than materialistic or hedonistic. They dislike small talk. They often describe themselves as creative or intuitive. They dream vividly, and can often recall their dreams the next day. They love music, nature, art, physical beauty. They feel exceptionally strong emotions—sometimes acute bouts of joy, but also sorrow, melancholy, and fear. Highly sensitive people also process information about their environments—both physical and emotional—unusually deeply. They tend to notice subtleties that others miss—another person’s shift in mood, say, or a lightbulb burning a touch too brightly.
— Susan Cain (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
I masturbate to the beat of my own thumb. I actually have no idea what that means, but I’m tired, and thought it sounded hilarious when I read it out loud.
I couldn’t sleep last night. I’ve decided I’d just stay up, hoping to fall asleep at an earlier time tonight. I hope this plan works. The sun is so bright right now… I could wear my sleeping mask and nap for a few hours, but then I’d break my rule! Greek easter is tomorrow and I’m more ecstatic about the alcohol than anything. I’ll most likely go through 6 bloody mary’s and sit through hours and hours of insipid questions from family members, all pertaining to my future prospects and school. It’s the same every year. I’d like to shake up the family, maybe tell them I’ve changed my career path and am become a drag queen. Or perhaps, surprise them with the idea of opening up my very own glory hole business, right here in the suburbs. Golly, gee whiz! Who knows what the future has to offer!
