[slobbered]

Do not be dismayed by the brokenness of the world. All things break. And all things can be mended. Not with time, as they say, but with intention. So go. Love intentionally, extravagantly, unconditionally. The broken world waits in darkness for the light that is you.

L.R. Knost

I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. 

...And I am horribly limited.

    Sylvia Plath

[zoeflake]

[thehopefulquotes]

“Solitude is dangerous. It’s very addictive. It becomes a habit after you realize how peaceful and calm it is. It’s like you don’t want to deal with people anymore because they drain your energy.”

— Jim Carrey

[zoeflake]

[shisasan]

April 26, 1931 Journals of Anais Nin 1927-1931  [volume 4]

[lamignonette]

[neckkiss]

The Big Lebowski (1998)

[slobbered]

...If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,        Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,     If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute     With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,    Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,        And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

[vicforprez]

[moszertone]

[mentally-at-home]

[delponies]

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♫ eighty proofs that music is timeless (in alphabetical order): The Verve - Bittersweet Symphony (1997)

[rhettroblues]

SUNSET BOULEVARD (1950) — dir. Billy Wilder

[toiich]

David Lynch

[quotemadness]

“I stopped looking for the light. Decided to become it instead.”

— Francheska

[just-a-lonely-nobody]

[slobbering]

In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about ever again. But you do.

-- C.S. Lewis, The Wonder Years

[slobbered]