Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and they will come...– Sigmund Freud (via amesnoires)
Many people die at twenty five and aren’t buried until they are seventy five.– Benjamin Franklin (via girlwithoutwings)
Everyone will come to my funeral to make sure I stay dead– Marilyn Manson (via punk-is-deadly)
Creases: The Archipelago of Kisses →
elhelwy: We live in a modern society. Husbands and wives don’t grow on trees, like in the old days. So where does one find love? When you’re sixteen it’s easy, like being unleashed with a credit card in a department store of kisses. There’s the first kiss. The sloppy kiss. The peck. The sympathy…
If life is enjoyed, does it have to make sense?– The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore
Are you under the impression that family’s supposed to make you feel good?...
The worst fear is that I’ll learn to be happy at last and then get real sad when...– The Journals of Spalding Gray (via pleurs)
Dr. Stan Weathers: You don't feel normal?
Charlie Bartlett: My Family has a psychiatrist on call, how normal can I be?
“Flawed she understood. Flawed and her were old friends. Yup—the countries of flawed and chaotic bordering on the land of the ridiculous were all places she visited regularly… But the prospect of a brief visit to the land of perfect was tempting.” (read it somewhere insignificant yet it stuck in my head)
"there's a fine line between living and being...
You know why this generation is so fucked up? Because the previous generation...– My Twisted Thoughts
Anonymous asked: how many vowels in the word sleepy?
Happy New Year!
2011 was very tough on you dear Egypt, may 2012 be more merciful and bring an end to your suffering. Amen
He still had enough perfume left to enslave the whole world if he so chose. He...– “Perfume; The Story of A Murderer” by Patrick SusKind
2 Old Friends
….I stop to lean against a balustrade and watch the sunset, and I get to thinking a little too much, and then my thinking turns to brooding, and that’s when they catch up with me. They come upon me all silent and menacing like Pinkerton Detectives, and they flank me - Depression on my left, Loneliness on my right. They don’t need to show me their badges. I know these guys well....
… and when you sense a faint potentiality for happiness after such dark...– Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert
Today’s my 24th. Almost a quarter of a century! I don’t regret it even though I’m not fully convinced of it… What do Birthdays mean to you?
Listen or thy tongue will make thee deaf
You know something is wrong when you just got out of a vacation & are looking for the next one. You know something is wrong when the only way you get through the week is by holding on to the thought of an upcoming weekend. You know something is wrong when every vacation/holiday/weekend you end up doing nothing, not even the stuff you used to enjoy. You just sleep, trying to escape reality. ...
I want to thank all those who still remember me & my posts It’s a pleasure to know you noticed me in the frenzy of tumblr :)
I’m back… I have no idea what to write but I’m tired of recycling. I promised myself not to re-blog just to stay alive on tumblr & for a while that meant silence. I almost broke a few times but hey! I’m just human. I still have no idea what this blog is aimed at now… but i’ll figure it out at some point. The journey ought to be interesting (I hope)
You can’t make footprints in the sands of time by sitting on your butt....– Bob Moawad