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Dear High School students that will be college freshmen next semester,
You think you hate hearing the word “society” now?
Just wait.
I have a long list of words I never, ever want to hear again.
Society is in the top-5.
(via greeenmyeyes)
Libraryland: "Mad Girl's Love Song" by Sylvia Plath →
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
Once, in my father’s bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget—we will return.
— Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind (via libraryland)
Remember that time I told you I was seeing someone? I do. Please stop insinuating flirty stuff between us: you ended it, move the hell on.
I think it’s great for two people to be together. That is a good number. I think, that to keep it alive though, you can’t spend every day together. It wears out the magic, Love means nothing to me if it’s not fortified with fierce, painful longing, brief explosive instances of furious passion and intimacy and then a sad parting for a time. In that way, you can give your life to it and still have a life of your own. I think some couples spend too much time together. They flatten out the potential for experience by constant closeness. Passion builds over time like steam. Let it rage until it’s exhausted and then leave it alone to let it build up again. Why can’t love be insane and distorted? How can it be vital if it has the same threshold as normal day-to-day experience? Why can’t you write burning letters and let your nocturnal self smolder with desire for one who is not there? Why not let the days before you see her be excruciating and ferment in your mind so on the day you go to the airport to pick her up, you’re nearly sick with anticipation? And then when desire shows the first sign of contentment, throw it back it its cage and let it slowly build itself back into a state of starved fury. Then when you are together, it all matters. So that when you look into her eyes, you lose your balance, so that when she touches you, it feels like you have never been touched before. When she says your name, you think it was she who named you. When she has gone, you bury your face in the pillow to smell her hair and you lie awake at night remembering your face in her neck, her breathing and the amazing smell of her skin. Your eyes go wet because you want her so bad and miss her so much. Now that is worth the miles and the time. That matches the inferno of life. Otherwise you poison each other with your presence day after day as you drag each other through the inevitable mundane aspects of your lives. That is the slow death that I see slapped on faces everywhere I go. It’s part of the world’s sadness that’s more empty than cold, poorly lit rooms in cities of the American night.
— Henry Rollins (the world’s most heavily tattooed & angsty softie)
(Source: claireyb, via wine-loving-vagabond)
Ugh.
Today was a horrible day.
First, I did not receive the position of Copy Editing Manager. I had been wanting this position pretty much all year and it would really help me in my future career AS an editor. But nope, didn’t get it.
Then I was hanging out with a guy that I guess technically you could consider me “seeing”, whatever, even though he disappeared on me for a week. So at first things were awkward for me because I was upset and eventually verbalized this all to him. He apologized and gave me some excuses. Then things were starting to get better, we were laughing and kinda cuddling and I felt more comfortable.
Then he decided to tell me that he hates homosexuals, thinks what they do is disgusting, and they’re essentially pedophiles.
I literally did not know what to do. A close family member of mine currently identifies as bisexual and my first reaction was to burst into tears. He was, obviously, very confused about this and tried to comfort me. I pushed him away and called him a fucking asshole. I then told him why I was crying and that I was livid. He apologized and tried to explain himself - saying that he can’t read people well and doesn’t know how people would react to things.
Eventually I told him my head hurt and I needed to sleep. He persisted and tried to get me to say something to him. And I flipped the hell out.
“What the fuck do you want me to say to you? That I’m okay with what you said? I completely believe that you are entitled to your opinion and that you didn’t know I wouldn’t react like this but how fucking dare you think that was alright to say. I’m pissed off, I’m tired, and my head hurts. I just want to go to sleep.”
He quickly vacated my room.
