#wise as hell

[minticedtea]

"You let me go. I'm sorry, but you let me go."

And that’s how you know.

[hipsterrxnat]

With her foot on the threshold she waited a moment longer in a scene which was vanishing even as she looked, and then, as she moved…and left the room, it changed, it shaped itself differently; it had become, she knew, giving one last look at it over her shoulder, already the past.

Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse. 

This is the passage that broke my heart when I left for college.  I was so moved by the realization that the only life I had ever known could become a part of the past in a single moment.  The first time I wrote it down, there was no certainty that anything good could come from the sadness of change.  This is the same passage that breaks my heart now but I know that all of the beautiful experiences from the last four years would not have been possible without the heartbreak I felt when I left my home for the first time.  Thinking this through makes me very grateful for everything I've learned and VERY excited for all of the memories that are waiting to be made. 

[spacyace]

we need sad to balance out the happiness or people would feel like they're constantly missing something! that's why people who are sad all the time feel like they're constantly missing something (or at least that's how i feel when i get super sad for a long time) because they need happiness to balance it out!

Maddie/popunklegend

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[thevastdividedskies]

My dad just said that he hates award shows because "there's these people- celebrities, who make all this money, and then get awards for it. These famous, wealthy people who are successful in all these ways need awards to make them feel better? It's like a rich man asking for more money because he's rich" and if you don't think that's wise as hell you can get outta my face

[amcq]

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else.

Irvine Welsh