…there are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among others, and those who prefer to be sad alone.
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A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures for anything.
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Sometimes I don’t even know if I’m extremely happy or extremely sad. It happens a lot when I think of you.
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I don’t want people to matter to me too much. Sometimes it hurts too much to think about them. Ones you love who don’t love you, ones who are dead or hate you, ones who you think about but never get to be with. I like people but when I get too close, it fucks me up and I can’t get things done.
Henry Rollins (via bloodisthenewblackk)
And people wonder why I am the way I am.
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You’ll never know why you exist, but you’ll always allow yourselves to be easily persuaded to take life seriously.
Those who are heartless once cared too much.
I bought stacks of books, but I didn’t read them. I taped sheets of paper to the wall, but I didn’t draw. I slid my guitar under the bed. At night, alone, I just sat and waited. Once again I found myself contemplating what I should be doing to do something of worth. Everything I came up with seemed irreverent or irrelevant.
Patti Smith, Just Kids (via bloodisthenewblackk)
This cannot be any more relevant right now.
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Some people are uncomfortable with silences. Not me. I’ve never cared much for call and response. Sometimes I will think of something to say and then I ask myself; is it worth it? And it just isn’t.
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You’re at a Parisian café, and you’re reading your Sartre book and you’re reading Le Monde and you’re thinking of the big issues of the world and you see there’s a dog under the table next to you and you pet the dog. You don’t suddenly become stupid when you pet the dog.
To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living.
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I really don’t know what ‘I love you’ means. I think it means ‘Don’t leave me here alone.’
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I have no actual perspective on this matter and nothing meaningful to offer.
It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.
(via fleurishes)
Food, fire, walks, dreams, cold, sleep, love, slowness, time, quiet, books, seasons – all these things, which are not really things, but moments of life – take on a different quality at night-time, where the moon reflects the light of the sun, and we have time to reflect what life is to us, knowing that it passes, and that every bit of it, in its change and its difference, is the here and now of what we have.
Life is too short to be all daylight. Night is not less; it’s more.
