“in the creation of comedy, it is paradoxical that tragedy stimulates the spirit of ridicule; because ridicule, i suppose is an attitude of defiance: we must laugh in the face of our helplessness against the forces of nature - or go insane.”—charlie chaplin
“no one else has access to the world you carry around within yourself; you are its custodian and entrance. no one else can see the world the way you see it. no one else can feel your life the way you feel it. thus it is impossible to ever compare two people because each stands on such different ground. when you compare yourself to others, you are inviting envy into your consciousness; it can be a dangerous and destructive guest.”—anam cara: a book of celtic wisdom, john o’donohue
but i have decided that i am going to see the avengers by myself on friday because everyone else wants to be lame. i don’t want to have to pay for anyone else, especially when said people take advantage of any kindness and go, “let’s get food at arby’s!” which i then am expected to pay for. i would never agree to that in a million years. so suck it.
“other memories stick, no matter how much you wish they wouldn’t. they’re like a song you hate but can’t ever get completely out of your head, and this song becomes the background noise of your entire life, snippets of lyrics and lines of music floating up and then receding, a crazy kind of tide that never stops.”—sweethearts, sara zarr
“what’d i say to her
what’d i say it to her
what does she think of me
that i’m not what i ought to be
that i’m what I try not to be
it’s got to be somebody else’s fault
i can’t get caught
if what i am is what i am, cause i does what i does
then brother, get back, cause my breast’s gonna bust open
the rib is the shell and the heart is the yolk yoke and
i just made a meal for us both to choke on
every single night’s a fight with my brain”—fiona apple
but i won't follow you into the rabbit hole. and i said i would, but then i saw your skin and bones, they didn't want me to.
a friend i haven’t heard from in a few weeks just texted me to complain about the lack of green around. i’m supposed to offer sympathy, even while this same person completely forgot my birthday. what kind of bullshit is this? i don’t think so.
“But most critically, sweet, never try to change the narrative structure of someone else’s story, though you will certainly be tempted to, as you watch those poor souls in school, in life, heading unwittingly down dangerous tangents, fatal digressions from which they will unlikely be able to emerge. Resist the temptation. Spend your energies on your story. Reworking it. Making it better.”—Marisha Pessl, Special Topics in Calamity Physics (via amandaonwriting)
“So congratulations, North Carolina. Last night, you struck a decisive blow for loneliness. And tonight, as you go to sleep beside your heterosexual life mate, you can rest assured that all across your great state, a gay man or lesbian woman is crying themselves to sleep in solitude and making your relationship stronger with each tear.”—STEPHEN COLBERT, The Colbert Report (via inothernews)
do you ever feel like you like someone a lotmore than they like you and then start to feel like you’re just annoying them because while you always want to talk to them they probably don’t always want to talk to you and it stresses you out a lot and then you just start to feel really depressed about it
the perfume came, and most of my buyer’s remorse has gone down. it is really pretty. a couple times today, i caught a whiff of it and wondered who smelled so nice - and it was me.
i just have one more quiz, a paper, and then a final exam, and i will be done with classes. i should have finished this paper already and instead i watched two episodes of modern family with my sister and got on tumblr to comment on my procrastination problems.
i slept pretty well last night, and yet i have crazy bloodshot eyes. allergies? i dunno. it looks like i’ve been up since 3 a.m. drinking coffee and muttering to myself -which has happened more than once, by the way.
perhaps this will encourage people to be kind to me today.
*edited to add - my friend kristen’s mother has started texting me more often than my own mother does. i am friends with both of them, technically, and i love them both. i just find this funny.
“tom," said douglas, "just promise me one thing, okay?"
“it’s a promise. what?”
“you may be my brother, and maybe i hate you sometimes, but stick around, all right?”
“you mean you’ll let me follow you and the older guys when you go on hikes?”
“well …sure … even that. what i mean is, don’t go away, huh? don’t let any cars run over you or fall off of a cliff.”
“i should say not! whatta you think i am, anyway?”
“‘cause if worst comes to worst, and both of us are real old—say forty or forty-five some day— we can own a gold mine out west and sit there smoking corn silk and growing beards.”
“growing beards! boy!”
“like i said, you stick around and don’t let nothing happen.”
“you can depend on me,” said tom.
“it’s not you i worry about,” said douglas. “it’s the way god runs the world.”
tom thought about this for a moment.
“he’s alright, doug,” said tom. “he tries.”—dandelion wine, ray bradbury