“I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.”—Lisa Kleypas
“I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year.”—Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights (via credoquia)
“What we call chaos is just patterns we haven’t recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can’t decipher. What we can’t understand we call nonense. What we can’t read we call gibberish. There is no free will. There are no variables. There is only the inevitable”—Survivor by Chuck Palahniuk (via thechocolatebrigade)
“Anais on March 26, 1932
This is strange, Henry. Before, as soon as I came home from all sorts of places I would sit down and write in my journal. Now I want to write you, talk with you. […]
I love when you say all that happens is good, it is good. I say all that happens is wonderful. For me it is all symphonic., and I am so aroused by living - god, Henry, in you alone I have found the same swelling of enthusiasm, the same quick rising of the blood, the fullness, of the fullness …
Before, i almost used to think there was something wrong. Everybody else seemed to have the brakes on. […] I never feel the brakes. I overflow. And when I feel your excitement about life flaring, next to mine, then it makes me dizzy.”—
“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”—
“Scientists do not get upset when the status quo is upset – they hate the status quo. […]
Just expect to meet an appropriate level of skepticism when you try to break the so-called status quo”—Scientific Heresy (via scipsy)
“Ten times a day something happens to me like this - some strengthening throb of amazement - some good sweet empathic ping and swell. This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know: that the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness.”—mary oliver
This Story of the Day, from Monkeybicycle, was brought to my attention by Andrew Ervin, and I could not be more grateful. Alison Barker’s story has haunted me, in the best possible way, and I cannot stop reading it. Barker’s word choice and sentence structure, too, seem particularly appropriate in this piece, each syllable like a thorn, pressing ever so slightly, in the hopes of breaking skin.
from “Your Breakup:”
In the closet, you fumble onto her shoebox of old letters from you, from when you were in love and separated by four hundred miles. You recognize the one on top.
You can remember the squeal of bus brakes as you started to write the letter on your way home from work, and then, giddy as a third grader constructing a time capsule, you remember finishing the letter on your roommate’s leather couch. The harrumphing sound of your neighbor’s ancient Irish Setter against the shared wall is what you told her about, as well as the delicious simultaneous sinking and swimming sensation the leather couch provided, and how you felt scholarly in the hunter green room.
The pile of letters have a pace and a rhythm from another time, a time when you preserved small moments in her absence to be stretched and re-shaped all over again with her. Your breath slows; you start to hope you will stay friends. In reality, you will throw a rock at this apartment one night three months from now. It will be a small rock, but you will be drunk and feeling invisible, and you will throw it hard.
“I disregard the proportions, the measures, the time of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as an ordinary woman, to enter ordinary relationships - I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.”—Anais Nin (via psychodelic)
“. ..And maybe a happy ending doesn’t include a guy, maybe… it’s you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is… just… moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope.”—