I can’t trust the people I care about not to hurt me. And I’m not sure I can trust myself not to hurt them, either.

Holly Black, White Cat (via larmoyante)

The sense of unhappiness is so much easier to convey than that of happiness. In misery we seem aware of our own existence, even though it may be in the form of a monstrous egotism: this pain of mine is individual, this nerve that winces belongs to me and to no other. But happiness annihilates us: we lose our identity.

Graham Greene, The End of the Affair (via observando)

You become responsible forever for what you have tamed.

The Little Prince (via mszivadavid)

Many people accept the idea that each of us has a certain resolute innerness—a kernel of selfhood that we can’t share with others. (Levin, at the end of “Anna Karenina,” calls it his “holy of holies,” and says that, no matter how close he grows to the people around him, there will always be “the same wall between my soul’s holy of holies and other people, even my wife.”) What interested Woolf was the way that we become aware of that innerness. We come to know it best, she thought, when we’re forced, at moments of exposure, to shield it against the outside world.

There can be something enjoyable, even revelatory about that feeling of self-protection, which is why we seek out circumstances in which we can feel more acutely the contrast between the outside world and our inner selves. Woolf was fascinated by city life—by the feeling of solitude-on-display that the sidewalk encourages, and by the way that “street haunting,” as she called it, allows you to lose and then find yourself in the rhythm of urban novelty and familiarity. She was drawn to the figure of the hostess: the woman-to-be-looked-at, standing at the top of the stairs, friendly to everyone, who grows only more mysterious with her visibility. (One of the pleasures of throwing a party, Woolf showed, is that it allows you to surprise yourself: surrounded by your friends, the center of attention, you feel your separateness from the social world you have convened.) She showed how parents, friends, lovers, and spouses can become more unknowable over time, not less—there is a core to their personhood that never gives itself up. Even as they put their lives on display, she thought, artists thrive when they maintain a final redoubt of privacy—a wellspring that remains unpolluted by the world outside. “A thing there was that mattered; a thing, wreathed about with chatter, defaced, obscured in her own life, let drop every day in corruption, lies, chatter,” Clarissa thinks, at the end of “Mrs. Dalloway.” Of course, it’s the chatter—the party—that helps her know that she has something to lose in the first place.

fuckyeahtattoos:

The Laughing Heart - Charles BukowskiI’ve been dreaming up this little guy for years, and finally brought it to life. 

done by Charlie at ThoughtCrime Tattoo in Portland, OR.

fuckyeahtattoos:

The Laughing Heart - Charles Bukowski
I’ve been dreaming up this little guy for years, and finally brought it to life. 

done by Charlie at ThoughtCrime Tattoo in Portland, OR.

st7lo:

Lol the struggle

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dirkbot:

things they don’t show you in porn:

  • elbowing each other in the face
  • leg cramps
  • queefing
  • accidentally pulling each other’s hair
  • ass pubes

things they also don’t show in porn:

  • sleepy morning sex
  • mutual giggle fits over awkward situations
  • sex fading into cuddles fading into sex and back into cuddles
  • your lover’s o face

so don’t ever compare yourself to porn thank you

(Source: onceland)

every porn ever

guy: *touches girl on the arm*
girl: MMMMMMMOOOOHHHHHYYYYEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH

Drunk text me. Text me when the music is loud and there are girls dancing around you and you’re not quite coherent and you’re not quite yourself. Drunk text me that you love me or that you miss me or that I’m on your mind. Let the alcohol tell me all the things you won’t say sober.

sam-mooschester:

this stick figure has no face so why the fuck can I tell exactly what its feeling

(Source: nerdjpg)

meiganjue:

i really like this.

meiganjue:

i really like this.

(Source: heathertooturnt)

liechtensteins:

trying to forget a horrible memory like

image

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