It's just not me to wear in on my sleeve

[suspend]

You make lists in your head about what you want in a lover, like brown hair and a sweet voice. A sharp mind and a soft heart, a sense of humor that actually makes you laugh like you mean it. This and that. And it’s all bullshit. Because people aren’t lists. And I’ve always wanted to be the person who made someone realize that. I want to come across someone with a list in their head that is nothing like the person I am, and I want to show them what they didn’t even know they were looking for. People who think they know what they want are fooling themselves. Nobody really knows what they want. Not until it’s right in front of them.

Anonymous (via suspend)

[inkskinned]

i want to be so kind it echoes backwards in time and undoes the things that hurt you. i want to be so kind it radiates from me. i want to be so kind that i make someone else find faith in humanity again. there’s not much i can do, i’m small and weak and i only know so many words. but i know i can be kind. and sometimes, i believe, that changes the world.

[howlsophie]

From up on Poppy Hill (2011)

[onlytwitterpics]

[wallisninety-six]

Today’s Sunday.

[brokensmolders]

people heal at different rates. people grow at different rates. i know it hurts to feel like you’re missing out, but it’s okay. take your time.

[incidentalcomics]

Confidence

I have a new book of comics out about the joys and frustrations of creative work! It’s available online here:

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[bookmania]

“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd – the longing for impossible things; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else.” —  Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet. (Photo by Dulcette)

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[aryastarks]

[lulz-time]

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[introspectivepoet]

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via introspectivepoet)

[iguanamouth]

[bensllo]

[mykaleidoscopedream]

My Neighbor Totoro, Studio Ghibli (1988)

[sunday-muse-blog]

[hirxeth]

“The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.”

Lost in translation (2003) dir. Sofia Coppola

[larstheyeti]

[theawkwardyeti.com]

[anamorphosis-and-isolate]

“Why am I so anxious? And then it hits me. I’m not anxious, I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be so lonely because it seems catastrophic - seeing the car just as it hits you.”

Augusten Burroughs, Dry (via anamorphosis-and-isolate)