“Why do we always choose the opposite of what we want? I think, because we don’t want to be dependent. When two people love each other, they don’t love in the same way. One of them is strong, the other is weaker. And the weaker is always the one who loves without reckoning, without reservation. It feels now as if I’ve awakened from some kind of dream after some other kind of life. For some reason, I always offered resistance. I fought against something. I defended myself, just as though I’d had someone else inside me saying: don’t give into anything, don’t go along with anything or you’ll die.”—The Sacrifice, dir. by Andrei Tarkovsky, 1986 (via violentwavesofemotion)
“Do you remember? Do you remember being solid? Do you remember life before the hole? Before you were empty and needed to be filled? There was a time when everything was enough. There was a time you didn’t try to get out of your own skin. Remember?”—Amy Reed (via rauchwolken)
“There are flowers on this bed, an elbow planted by an ear, no, you cannot touch this breast, no darkness, no shatter, and no, no pendulum. The past is a hard nut or a squirrel set inside your lung.
No one has ever hit you. The television with its aura of light. Shapes move against the wall. You sit on a hand and watch Beetlejuice while he moves his fingers over your white underwear. You watch the screen and see his fingers. Your brothers are in the room, but they never seem to notice.
Behind the lens is the father. Mother offstage calls, Con gai nay. On the phone, Con gai thuoi, which means, This girl. This girl’s rotten. This girl like swollen fruit. She cuts off the bruises. She teaches me to cut.
He rises to the surf. It detonates with a sheering crash. Inside each wave is a barrel. In each barrel is a vacuum that can suck you in, spin you round, snap your bones if you tumble the wrong way.
If I say, I have been touched. If I say, by my cousin, then, a neighbor boy and then another. If I say no, I didn’t want it from my first boyfriend. There was blood and membrane and he didn’t believe me. If I am trapped in a winter coat. If my body can be a box. If I can close it up. If it has to be open. Who will touch me again?”—"Home Video," Cathy Linh Che (via commovente)
“When you’re writing, you’re trying to find out something which you don’t know. The whole language of writing for me is finding out what you don’t want to know, what you don’t want to find out. But something forces you to anyway.”—James Baldwin, from “The Art of Fiction No. 78,” in The Paris Review (Spring 1984, No. 91)
“As you think, you travel, and as you love, you attract. You are today where your thoughts have brought you; you will be tomorrow where your thoughts take you.”—James Allen (via youlooklikesomethingblooming)
““I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we don’t vibrate on the same frequency there’s just no reason for us to waste our time. I’d rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk.”
“Stop waiting for friday, for summer, for a boy to fall in love with you. Happiness is achieved when you stop waiting for it and make something of the moment you’re in right now.”—Unknown (via themilkywhiteway)
“Sometimes, we’re too into the moment to look at the big picture. We fail to see things in perspective because we’re too absorbed in what’s taking place at that very instance. The thing is we should face reality. Find ourselves from being lost in the moment and think about everything the way it is. Because sometimes being realistic can save us from pain and disappointment.”—Your Daily Relatable Love Quotes and Images (via thelovewhisperer)
“There’s so much more to life than finding someone who will want you, or being sad over someone who doesn’t. There’s a lot of wonderful time to be spent discovering yourself without hoping someone will fall in love with you along the way, and it doesn’t need to be painful or empty. You need to fill yourself up with love. Not anyone else. Become a whole being on your own. Go on adventures, fall asleep in the woods with friends, wander around the city at night, sit in a coffee shop on your own, write on bathroom stalls, leave notes in library books, dress up for yourself, give to others, smile a lot. Do all things with love, but don’t romanticize life like you can’t survive without it. Live for yourself and be happy on your own. It isn’t any less beautiful, I promise.”—Emery Allen (via sukmun)
“We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It’s a death trap.”—Anthony Hopkins (via ontelbaar)
“Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for - in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it.”—Ellen Goodman (via zealotry)
“A dying friend once told me, ‘I wish I hadn’t spent so many Mondays wishing it were Friday. I also wish I had made better use of those Fridays, for better stories on Monday.’”—A Wolf’s Thoughts (via mortal-husk)
“I have noticed that if you look carefully at people’s eyes the first five seconds they look at you, the truth of their feelings will shine through for just an instant before it flickers away.”—Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees (via mortal-husk)