“And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this I must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual.”—John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via 18goingon80)
to be honest, the last few weeks i have been caught in a slump. It isnt really too unusual for me, i can lose myself for weeks at a time. I revert to this horrible “survival mode” where i do nothing for love. i move through the motions. i do things just so that they are done. my sole purpose is to come out the other end alive.
Its really the worlds worst coping technique and afterwards i regret it, because truthfully i love my job, i love my family and my boyfriend and my degree, but during these slumps i loathe them. I want to leave uni, i block out other people, and i exist in the simplest form of the word. i eat, i drink, i sleep, i study. i do all the things i need to do. but i do them without purpose. And then one day, something snaps me out of it.
his hand in mine, or a simple comment or the colour of the sky or the way i got out of bed, and i am living. there is electricity pulsing through my nerves, my bones reverberate, my soul wakes up. i finish all my assignments in a day, i cook, i read, i write, i feel love in kisses and smiles and hugs, i dream, i sleep well, i dance
"the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasnt the world, it wasnt the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go. is ignorance bliss? i dont know. but its painful to think, and tell me what did thinking ever do for me? to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it."
my life. as outlined by Jonathan Safran Foer in “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close”
Lay thee down. Park your head upon my pillow. Naked trees they dress in crows, Greet the horses coming nearer. Through the rains that bring you down. You’re a man, humble as a hope. Oh, lay with me. Oh, closer to my body. When things go wrong, you’ll find you’re a bleeder. when things go wrong youll find youre a believer.
“I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”—Martin Luther King, Jr. (via mols)
i really wish i was beautiful in that mystical whimsical unaffected way that some people are
that light would reflect off my cheek bones in an endearing way and my hair would have a tendency to glitter and my laugh would be in slow motion and my skin would glow and my eyes would draw you right into my soul.