Isn’t Giving Up Allowed Sometimes? Isn’t It Okay To Say, ‘This Really Hurts, So I’m Going To

*someone crying/upset*

Me; Sorrows, Sorrows, Prayers

An early update with Chapter TWO for It Happened One Night. Come check it out and let me know what you think!!

How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?

Don DeLillo, White Noise (via the-book-diaries)

It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.

Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway (via the-book-diaries)

Know this.

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If you want to cure boredom, be curious. If you’re curious, nothing is a chore; it’s automatic – you want to study. Cultivate curiosity, and life becomes an unending study of joy.

Tony Robbins (via lazyyogi)

lover of the light

Sun to Me, Zach Bryan // Kissing God Goodbye, June Jordan // Sunlight, Hozier // The Annunciation, Fra Angelico, tumblr user peternureyev // Like the Dawn, the Oh Hellos // The Apparition, James Tissot

the losers club @ the party about mike wheeler vs. richie tozier

Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.

Cormac McCarthy, The Road (via the-book-diaries)