Sean and I went food shopping yesterday, and like always, I get distracted by cute little things. Today was no different. I saw this small notebook, roughly half the size of a standard 8.5”x 11”. There was no price, but in the past, I knew it could go as high as $8.99. Okay, so that’s still chump change, but the fact that I wanted it without the price was enough. I insisted on paying for all the school supplies I picked out on my own, but he would not let me. Instead, he shrugged it off, and with a small grin, simply said, “I’m going to benefit from it in the long run”.
How right you are.
❝ The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.
— Elie Wiesel (via feellng)
❝ When the imagination sleeps, words are emptied of their meaning: a deaf population absent-mindedly registers the condemnation of a man. … there is no other solution but to speak out and show the obscenity hidden under the verbal cloak.
— Albert Camus, Resistance, Rebellion, and Death (via whyallcaps)
❝ I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
— Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via feellng)
❝ And try letting yourself be carried away by your feelings, blindly, without reflection, without a primary cause, repelling consciousness at least for a time; hate or love, if only not to sit with your hands folded.
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from The Underground (via whyallcaps)
❝ I slept better with your legs wrapped around mine.
— Things I learned trying to fall asleep (via hexxd)
Take my disheveled soul and put it to rest. It has been torn and trampled to naught. All of the energy I’ve put into hiding it behind a facade was poorly misplaced. I should’ve invested it into being better.
Some nights like these…
I just want someone to hold my hand.
And there’s nothing to reach for.