April 2012
March 2012
Outside of home, I am depressed. I can feel it everywhere I go and with all the people I’ve known. I can’t pretend anymore. It’s killing me.
“Poetry is thoughts that breathe and words that burn.”
– Thomas Grey (via proustitute)
Reading Hurts
treesquirrrel:
That moment when you finish a book, look around, and realize that everyone is just carrying on with their lives as though you didn’t just experience emotional trauma at the hands of a paperback.
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“A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?”
– Albert Einstein
“When your good deed makes you happy and your bad deed disturbs you, you are a...”
– The Holy Prophet of Islam (S), Nahj al-Fasahah, Pg 41 (via thalamtnafsee)
Once a Potterhead, always a Potterhead. ϟ
I can’t justify my behavior. Which is sad. If I can’t justify my behavior to myself, how is there supposed to be any justification available? I don’t even know if I can feel anymore. These half-hearted thoughts and actions are proving otherwise.
