If you have the person you really want. You are one lucky fucker.
(via soulsscrawl)
If you have the person you really want. You are one lucky fucker.
(via soulsscrawl)
Think outside the box, collapse the box, and take a f*#king sharp knife to it.
Banksy (via banksyarts)
Wake up early. Drink coffee. Work hard. Be ambitious. Keep your priorities straight, your mind right and your head up. Do well, live well and dress really well. Do what you love, love what you do. It is time to start living.
(via karibu-nyumbani)
Time heals wounds. Whoever came up with that saying, is a madman. Time doesn’t heal, and time doesn’t make you forget the most painful memories. Time is used as a lame excuse; a sense of hope that you would rather rely on, a quick fix that you believe will defeat your wrecked nervous system. But Time doesn’t stop for you; time keeps going, clocks keep ticking and days keep passing, dragging your life along with it. You can live your life believing that time will eventually heal your wounds, and keep rewinding this moronic quote in the back of your head as a tape stuck on repeat. But you will never move on from that stage of life, where you used time as an excuse. You will never detach yourself from the past, and move into the present. Because you rely on time, an inanimate being which left you behind. When all you need to stitch up your wounds, is your mind, which is not dependent on time.
me (via fuck-with-me6969)
Sometimes not telling people anything is a good thing.
Jason Myers, Exit Here (via hopelesslyhealing)
Nah, I didn’t “change”, I just realized shit.
(via thatkindofwoman)
I wish I was drunk
Me always (via rafrica)
You need to be content with small steps. That’s all life is. Small steps that you take every day so when you look back down the road it all adds up and you know you covered some distance. It took me a long time to accept that, but it’s true. You need to have patience.
Katie Kacvinsky (via motiveweight)
Excelsior!
(via craigtommola)
Nothing in the world can bother you as much as your own mind, I tell you. In fact, others seem to be bothering you, but it is not others, it is your own mind.
(via your-kryptoniite)
2015 will be a selfish year. My time and focus will be invested on me. On improving myself. I want to become a better person physically and mentally. I want to let go of my fears and learn to love myself.
(via fr-angipani)
Sometimes I get stuck inside my head and I don’t come out for days
(via lostkittensouls)
The “I” is the dark point in consciousness, as on the retina the exact point at which the nerve of sight enters is blind, as the brain itself is entirely without sensation, the body of the sun is dark, and the eye sees all except itself. Our faculty of knowledge is directed entirely towards without, in accordance with the fact that it is the product of a brain function, which has arisen for the purpose of mere self-maintenance, thus of the search for nourishment and the capture of prey. Therefore every one knows himself only as this individual as it presents itself in external perception. If, on the other hand, he could bring to consciousness what he is besides and beyond this, then he would willingly give up his individuality, smile at the tenacity of his attachment to it.
Arthur Schopenhauer, The World as Will and Representation (via whyallcaps)
They hate because they fear, and they fear because they feel that the deepest feelings of their lives are being assaulted and outraged. And they do not know why; they are powerless pawns in a blind play of social forces.
Richard Wright, Native Son (via whyallcaps)
I wanna see you accomplish what you dream . You have to want it .
American Hustler (via american-hustler)
Rehab is for quitters
Californication
A lot of people no longer exist to me now.
(via iamindyamarie)
Being Normal Is Weird. Like Who Can Be Content With Living The Same Way Everyday As The Next Person. That’s Weird.
(via ianconnorsrevenge)
At this point I don’t even care. I’m just going with the flow. Whatever happens, happens
(via sadnegro)
Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.
Samuel Beckett, The Expelled (via whyallcaps)
Isn’t it fucking terrifying that no matter how many promises they made, no matter how long you’ve been together, someone can get up and walk out of your life without a second thought and you have to carry on living because the world doesn’t stop for any of us
(via dividedways)