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Peter Solarz
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Maybe the question I should be asking myself more is: what kind of person do I want to be? How do I want to react to the circumstances that have confronted me? Do I want to be the better person? Do I want to make the best of what’s left of us? Or do I want to beg for what’s no longer in my control and make us both miserable?
I am weak. That has already been established. But I’m going to be better. I promise myself and I promise you.
I thought to myself: if it’s true that every person has a star in the sky, mine must be distant, dim, and absurd. Perhaps I never had a star.
_ Sadegh Hedayat (Late Iranian writer, translator and intellectual whom committed suicide in Paris in 1951)
gotha // lüneburg // erfurt {germany} follow me on instagram: morningtrainpoetry
I’m such a fan of low soft lighting like turn off that room light and turn on a lamp bitch
If you have to convince someone to stay with you, then they have already left.
Shannon L. Alder (via thelovejournals)
All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.
Edgar Allan Poe (via wordsnquotes)
A word and everything is saved. A word and all is lost.
André Breton (via wordsnquotes)
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.
C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves (via wordsnquotes)
Rose appeared on the program It’s Not You, It’s Men, with Rev. Run and Tyrese, where the two challenged her on consent and whether what a woman is wearing counts as automatic consent. And she shut. It. Down. She had a great response to Rev. Run saying “dress how you want to be addressed.”
I know I reblogged a version of this but I love how she says, society raises us all this way.
I agree with her
Learn to like what doesn’t cost much. Learn to like reading, conversation, music. Learn to like plain food, plain service, plain cooking. Learn to like fields, trees, brooks, hiking, rowing, climbing hills. Learn to like people, even though some of them may be different…different from you. Learn to like to work and enjoy the satisfaction of doing your job as well as it can be done. Learn to like the song of birds, the companionship of dogs. Learn to like gardening, puttering around the house, and fixing things. Learn to like the sunrise and sunset, the beating of rain on the roof and windows, and the gentle fall of snow on a winter day. Learn to keep your wants simple and refuse to be controlled by the likes and dislikes of others.
Lowell C. Bennion (via creatingaquietmind)
Those who do not move do not notice their chains.
Rose Luxemburg (via fyp-philosophy)
Embrace uncertainty. Some of the most beautiful chapters in our lives won’t have a title until much later.
Bob Goff (via wordsnquotes)
Spend your free time the way you like, not the way you think you’re supposed to. Stay home on New Year’s Eve if that’s what makes you happy. Skip the committee meeting. Cross the street to avoid making aimless chitchat with random acquaintances. Read. Cook. Run. Write a story.
Susan Cain, Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking (via fyp-psychology)
Dammit I forgot to bring my pineapple to class
Fun fact: One time in my English class, this dude walks in like 10 minutes late. He’s carrying a pineapple with him. I figure he needs it for something later on in the day so I don’t think anything of it. Well about 5 minutes after he sits down, this dude pulls out his pineapple, starts turning it around in his hands, stares at it, and STARTS EATING IT. SKIN AND EVERYTHING. I DIDNT EVEN KNOW PINEAPPLE SKIN WAS EDIBLE. I don’t think I had ever been more confused in my life. I wish I still had the picture I took of it saved on my phone.
Oklahoma is a strange state
You have no idea
Reading that was an experience
i found the pictures
OH MY GOD
there are some stories on tumblr that are too weird or extreme sounding to be true. Sometimes there’s like, one picture, which could be something else out of context with an elaborate story tacked on.
but then there’s this shit and. there’s just. there is absolutely no way for there to be any contest over whether or not that man actually came to school and ate a whole pineapple. There it is. There he goes. There’s no way for anyone to argue this. That boy honest to god is just eating a fucking pineapple at school.
@fangirf
Then the feeling moves on. It does not collapse; it is not whisked away. It simply moves on, like a train that stops at a small country station, stands for a while, and then continues out of sight.
Michael Cunningham, The Hours (via stellanympha)
