not all those who wander are lost

"I’m not asking you to forgive me. I’ll never understand or forgive myself. And if a bullet gets me,..."

Thu, 23 May 2013 14:03:24 -0400

“I’m not asking you to forgive me. I’ll never understand or forgive myself. And if a bullet gets me, so help me, I’ll laugh at myself for being an idiot. There’s one thing I do know… and that is that I love you, Scarlett. In spite of you and me and the whole silly world going to pieces around us, I love you. Because we’re alike. Bad lots, both of us. Selfish and shrewd. But able to look things in the eyes as we call them by their right names.”

- Rhett Butler, Gone with the Wind. (via viviling)

"The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet,..."

Thu, 23 May 2013 14:02:14 -0400

“““The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.”””

- Alan Watts (via lloveisaplace)

fat-gone-skinny: tarrence: When things in your life seem,...

Thu, 23 May 2013 13:57:29 -0400

fat-gone-skinny:

tarrence:

When things in your life seem, almost too much to handle,
When 24 Hours in a day is not enough,
Remember the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.
When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured
them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.
The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.

He then asked the students again if the jar was full.
They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.
Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous ‘yes.’

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

‘Now,’ said the professor, as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.’

The golf balls are the important things - family,
children, health, Friends, and Favorite passions –
Things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and car.

The sand is everything else —The small stuff.

‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ He continued, ‘there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.’

The same goes for life.

If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

So…

Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Play with your children.
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.

There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.

‘Take care of the golf balls first —
The things that really matter.
Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.’

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.

The professor smiled, ‘I’m glad you asked’, he said.

‘It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem,
There’s always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.’

Perfection. Philosophy for the win.

"Some days I can go nearly an hour without thinking of the taste of your mouth."

Thu, 23 May 2013 13:47:06 -0400

“Some days I can go nearly an hour
without thinking of the taste
of your mouth.”

- Tim Seibles (via rarararambles)

"Each time I’m asked to tell about myself, I find myself starting the same way: “My name is Kelsey..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:13:28 -0400

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Each time I’m asked to tell about myself, I find myself starting the same way: “My name is Kelsey and I’m nineteen..”
but what I’d really like to say is:
“My name means island of the ships but once
I found a translation that said I’m a burning shipwreck-
not a burning ship but a ship that has caught fire
after the wreckage and well, I’d say that’s more fitting.”

I’ve learned that people don’t have time for about me’s.
They need two things: a name and an indication you’re someone special.

The doctors, they want facts not details.
“I broke my leg when I was three, it’s a funny story actually-“
The right or the left?
Conversation over.

The teachers, they want interests, hobbies.
You’re sad, yes, but what do you like to do?

The adults are a spew of questions.
What school do you go to? What classes are you taking?
What do you plan on becoming? Got a boyfriend?
No, stop.

People my own age are the worst.
“I’m planning on an English degree with a concentration in creative writing.”
Yeah, aren’t we all. So how many times have you, you know,
done it?

I’m pulled apart, my interests travelling highway 2
my goals at a stop light at traffic hour,
my medical history on a billboard for the world to see.
But what about me?

Where’s the chance to say,
“I hang on to fistfuls of poetry like loose change in my pockets,
and I keep waiting for the day that the world turns upside down
so I can swim with the stars.
I’m not afraid of darkness, it’s a loneliness I can empathize with it.
It’s the blackholes like cigarette burns inside of me that get troublesome.
I walk through graveyards and read the dashes between years,
each a story I’ll never know. Sometimes I create my own.”

No wonder none of us know who we are anymore.

”

- Kelsey Danielle, “I Was Told to Write an About Me and This is What Happened” (via her0inchic)

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Mon, 20 May 2013 22:07:01 -0400

"Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you."

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:05:30 -0400

“Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.”

- Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story (via wethinkwedream)

"I feel as if I am an ad for the sale of a haunted house: 18 rooms $37,000 I’m yours ghosts and..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:03:47 -0400

“I feel as if I am an ad
for the sale of a haunted house:

18 rooms
$37,000
I’m yours
ghosts and all.”

- Richard Brautigan (via johnsteinbeck-)

"Tell me a ghost story.” “Okay— you and me."

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:54:39 -0400

““Tell me a ghost story.”
“Okay— you and me.””

- ~Jonathan Carroll (via armchairoxfordscholar)

"Addiction is tricky. For example: a man who quit smoking for 11 years spent 15 seconds in an..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 19:55:03 -0400

“Addiction is tricky. For example: a man who quit smoking for 11 years spent 15 seconds in an elevator with a man smoking a cigarette. He gave in.
What I’m trying to say is I think I love you again.”

- (via cumpressing)

"I begin to wish for firelight, and privacy, and the limbs of one person."

Mon, 20 May 2013 19:51:16 -0400

“I begin to wish for firelight, and privacy, and the limbs of one person.”

- Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via petrichour)

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Mon, 20 May 2013 19:48:30 -0400

"Your entire life you will let parts of you die. Some just fade away until they’re nothing..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 09:57:00 -0400

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Your entire life you will let parts of you die. Some just fade away until they’re nothing because of time and some parts are killed with experience. They don’t understand even themselves when they whisper “you’re different.” They think I need to hear it, like I haven’t already counted the cracks in ceilings begging myself to fall asleep some nights. They are all trying to rip at my walls or will them down more gently, either way they won’t get anywhere close. I’m different because while they go from sheets to sheets they’re all looking for something. Little moments of eye contact or losing breath with the excitement of finding someone who intrigues you. Everyone’s really looking for something. They run their hands along my back and look for home in my hair and actually believe they can find it in me. That’s not why I’m here. I’m busy trying to get rid of something. Like I might finally lose what I’ve been holding onto if I’m tangled into someone else.

There’s a piece of me that only breathes with you. When I see an old tan truck pass me on the street for that one moment before I have a chance to exhale I feel naive, and young and hopeful. I wasn’t always so realistically cynical. Experience has bruised that part of me and you’re a constant reminder I used to like that hopeful little girl. With you I still feel her. I’m driving myself insane at 3 am going back and forth between allowing you to let that part live or killing it all by myself.

”

"She was extending a hand I didn’t know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence."

Sun, 19 May 2013 22:59:34 -0400

“She was extending a hand I didn’t know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence.”

- Jonathan Safran Foer (via houltlings)

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Sun, 19 May 2013 22:54:26 -0400

"And that’s when it hits me, the punch in the stomach, the carving out of my insides. That’s when I..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 22:52:55 -0400

“And that’s when it hits me, the punch in the stomach, the carving out of my insides. That’s when I realize that none of this is a movie. I will not go out with a bang. There is no ending. There are no credits. I will wake up and I will keep waking up and this will always be waiting for me.”

- Beautiful by Amy Reed (via lostinthesounds)
Always

"Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison...."

Sun, 19 May 2013 22:50:06 -0400

“Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages. And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.

A mature person does not fall in love, he or she rises in love. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. Now they cannot manage and they cannot stand. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have the integrity to stand alone.

A mature person has the integrity to stand alone. And when a mature person gives love, he or she gives without any strings attached to it. When two mature persons are in love, one of the great paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone. They are together so much that they are almost one. Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free. There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. Only freedom and love.”

- Osho (via electrichoney)

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Sun, 19 May 2013 22:45:53 -0400

"It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough;..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 22:43:01 -0400

“It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.”

- Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing (via larmoyante)

"I wish I wrote the way I thought Obsessively Incessantly With maddening hunger I’d write to the..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 22:42:11 -0400

“I wish I wrote the way I thought
Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should”

- Benedict Smith / “I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought” (via benedictsmith)