"Stepping up. It's a simple concept. It basically means to rise above yourself; to do a little more, to show you something special. Something like this-. Life's funny sometimes; can push pretty hard like when you fall in love with someone but they forget to love you back, like when your best friend and your boyfriend leave you alone, like when you pull the trigger or light the flame and you can't take it back. Like I said, in sports they call this 'stepping up'. In life, I call it 'pushing back'."
“I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger.”—Simone de Beauvoir (via deadlysick)
“I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.”—
“You ever feel like that? … Restless. As if you haven’t really met yourself yet. As if you’d passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt - ‘Ah! There I am! I’ve been missing that piece!’
But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again.
And you spend the rest of your days looking for it.”—The Sweet Far Thing By Libba Bray (via the-courage-of-shutting-up)
“They aren’t a cult, they aren’t allergic to standing still, they only happen to prefer the wind rushing in through the open car windows. But maybe the dangerous angels are a cult, can’t stand still without bursting out of their skin, and can’t breathe without the air smacking them in the chest. But [he] is brave. He holds the barbed-wired love on the palm of his hand like it’s precious and stands like his broken hummingbird wings are still trying their best to lift him off the ground when they drive away like a black diamond away from the palm trees and glitter of L.A. When they’re gone he turns and looks at [him], who looks back at him helpless and seething with righteous rage on his behalf. Then he buries his face in [his] neck. ‘One day,’ [he] tells him, hugging him fiercely. ‘People like that—they don’t just disappear from your life.’”—(via ronstoppableismypatronus)
“I don’t believe in guilty pleasures. If you fucking like something, like it. That’s what’s wrong with our generation: that residual punk rock guilt, like, “You’re not supposed to like that. That’s not fucking cool.” Don’t fucking think it’s not cool to like Britney Spears’ “Toxic.” It is cool to like Britney Spears’ “Toxic”! Why the fuck not? Fuck you! That’s who I am, goddamn it! That whole guilty pleasure thing is full of fucking shit.”—Dave Grohl (via dracaryis)
“When someone tells you, “I love you,” and then you feel, “Oh, I must be worthy after all,” that’s an illusion. That’s not true. Or someone says, “I hate you,” and you think, “Oh, God, I knew it; I’m not very worthy,” that’s not true either. Neither one of these thoughts hold any intrinsic reality. They are an overlay. When someone says, “I love you,” he is telling you about himself, not you. When someone says, “I hate you,” she is telling you about herself, not you. World views are self views—literally.”—Adyashanti (via chloesbeard)
“You don’t need anyone’s affection or approval in order to be good enough. When someone rejects or abandons or judges you, it isn’t actually about you. It’s about them and their own insecurities, limitations, and needs, and you don’t have to internalize that. Your worth isn’t contingent upon other people’s acceptance of you — it’s something inherent.
You exist, and therefore, you matter. You’re allowed to voice your thoughts and feelings. You’re allowed to assert your needs and take up space. You’re allowed to hold onto the truth that who you are is exactly enough. And you’re allowed to remove anyone from your life who makes you feel otherwise.
“I am jealous of your bedsheets — the ones you wrap yourself in over and over when you are unreasonably cold for the season. I am jealous of the people who get to pass by you in the metro and who will never know your name. They don’t know that they are lucky, that their shoulders touch someone wonderful.”—Chelsea Fagan, I Want To Run Away With You (via getoffyourfeetandmakethiscount)
“Because it’s 2013… why are we still beating up people because of who they want to make out with in their free time?”—Jesse Ruben introducing his song on same sex love “Different” Evanston, IL 9/22/13 (via liddyvoncriss)
“Maybe it’s just in America, but it seems that if you’re passionate about something, it freaks people out. You’re considered bizarre or eccentric. To me, it just means you know who you are.”—Tim Burton (via godmoves)
“Stop crying - you’ve got a lot to look forward to, you know! A normal human life on Earth - mortgage repayments, the 9-to-5, a nagging sense of spiritual emptiness… Save the crying for later, boyo.”—Doctor Who
“That last night in the apartment together, at some point that night we were holding hands a little awkwardly. Awkward as in physically uncomfortable, we both let go at the same time, our fingers and hand did sorta a dance together then fell into something far more comfortable…I’m just saying, you are an amazing friend, something of a soul mate. I enjoy your company, you are a sweet heart and a wonderful person.”—(via ronstoppableismypatronus)
“No, you listen. You turned out to be exactly who I thought you were. I never pretended to be somebody else. It’s been me all along. And it was me who was hurt in front of everybody. Look, I didn’t come here to yell at you, okay? I came to tell you that I know what it feels like to be afraid to show who you are. I was, but I’m not anymore. And the thing is, I really don’t care what people think about me… because I believe in myself. And I know that things are gonna be okay. But even though I have no family, and no job, and no money for college… it’s you that I feel sorry for. I know that guy that sent those emails is somewhere inside of you, but I can’t wait for him… because waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought. Useless and disappointing.”—BOOM. I love this speech. (via ronstoppableismypatronus)
“All around you the faces are smiling. All around you, there’s music in the air. All around you, we’re striving for the world you hoped for - it’s in our grasp. We were marching in the crowds on that humid city day. We were focused on the struggles a world away. You said, ‘The need is present and sometimes on your door. A man deserves to be honored; deserves to be answered.’ All around you the faces are smiling. All around you, there’s music in the air. All around you, we’re striving for the world you hoped for - it’s in our grasp - the world you worked for - let’s make it last.”—Audrey Engdahl (via ronstoppableismypatronus)