the worse things get, the harder i fight, the harder i fight, the more i love you.

posted 6 days ago

swinton:

This is my favorite dog, Brownie. Even though she’s a tad lazy. And is a tad afraid of me. But she’s always polite and shakes my hand. And she’s great at keeping secrets. Look at her wink.



once i wanted to be the greatest

found 2 CDs i burned music onto about 10 years ago.
it feels like yesterday and a million years ago at the same time. they’re like time capsules. as soon as i heard one song, i remembered where i was mentally and emotionally then.

posted 1 week ago

in terms of not giving a shit, lying down on the kitchen floor and just staring at the ceiling for god knows how long is hard to beat.
it also confuses the fuck out of your dog.

posted 1 week ago

another fucking life lesson: sometimes expressing your feelings is not cathartic or freeing. often it is just messy, murky business that gets you bogged down in the swirling disaster you unearthed. you will not feel more mature. you will wish you could chew off your own leg to get free and return to your relative peaceful and closed off life. you will remember with fondness and longing the days in which you kept your big fat mouth shut.
you will hunker down and pray for daylight.

posted 1 week ago

“One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility. There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage through acute loss. That is what lies at the root of true harmony.” — Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage (via larmoyante)


“Try not to feel jealous about things, or people or places. It’s toxic. Just keep living. You will find your happiness.” — W.J   (via henckels)


“Find something difficult and repeat until it’s easy.” —

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dondrapered:

Don and Peggy define themselves through their work all too often, and if that work is taken away from them or eroded of meaning, they’re stuck in a world where all they can think about is how little meaning life has outside of the meaning you construct for yourself. But even that meaning collapses in the face of despair or sorrow or death. Without work to give them meaning, without each other to bounce off of, what do Don and Peggy have left? Only the knowledge that they, too, will die, and that much of their lives have been hollow attempts to fill that void. 

Mad Men 7.01 Time Zones review - The AV Club (x)