Dazed and Lost: Archive

“At the end of the day, there are some things you just can’t help but talk about. Some things we just don’t want to hear, and some things we say because we can’t be silent any longer. Some things are more than what you say, they’re what you do. Some things you say cause there’s no other choice. Some things you keep to yourself. And not too often, but every now and then, some things simply speak for themselves.” —

Grey’s Anatomy (via salveo

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Nov 30, 2011485 notes

#lit #quote #Grey's Anatomy

Nov 30, 2011103,873 notes

“The way sadness works is one of the strange riddles of the world. If you are stricken with a great sadness, you may feel as if you have been set aflame, not only because of the enormous pain, but also because your sadness may spread over your life, like smoke from an enormous fire. You might find it difficult to see anything but your own sadness, the way smoke can cover a landscape so that all anyone can see is black. You may find that if someone pours water all over you, you are damp and distracted, but not cured of your sadness, the way a fire department can douse a fire but never recover what has been burnt down.” —

Lemony Snicket (via salveo

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Nov 29, 2011292 notes

#lit #quote #Lemony Snicket

Fucks...

I have no more of them. I honestly suspect this is due to a conversation from last night to some degree. And that is annoying. How come after so many interesting and funny conversations, only one sticks out in my mind?

All that it has taught me is apparently I am an asshole, which of course I’ve known forever. But other people try to continuously tell me I’m a good person. Hm.

Regardless I’m literally going to say “fuck it” and move on the way I’ve already chosen. Just means that things are going to change faster than I anticipated.

Nov 29, 2011

#Emotions #Fucks where are they? #being a jerk

Nov 29, 20116,982 notes

#One Piece #Photoset #Color spreads

Nov 29, 2011247,611 notes

#phoenix wright #candy debate

“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.” —

Louise Erdrich (via salveo

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Nov 28, 2011235 notes

#lit #quote #Louise Erdrich

Nov 28, 20111,216 notes

#beautiful things #work

Nov 27, 2011332 notes

#Take Me Away #Picture #Map

Why so much-

- dead Ace on my dash today? That’s it. Done with tumblr for the day. Gunna go wait for my friends to show up so we can do Friends-giving and I can continue to not care about nuffin’ at all.

Laters~

Nov 26, 2011

Nov 26, 2011718 notes

#lying

“It’s just that…I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It’s the universe’s way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It’s how life is.” —

Sarah Dessen (via salveo

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Nov 26, 201159 notes

#lit #quote #Sarah Dessen

Play

Nov 26, 20113 notes

#BACON #Bacon weave #Shae #Funny Gay Kids

“A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is a reality.” —

John Lennon (via salveo

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Nov 25, 2011111 notes

#lit #quote #John Lennon

amayzingful:

And in chemistry class I was talking to my friend, Jack, about a gay pride festival I went to. My teacher, stupid nosy bitch, decides she wants to join in on the conversation. She asks me what I’m talking about so I turned around and her reaction was to make a noise of utter disgust. She asked me to go to the main office and get a different shirt. But being the rebel that I am, I told her very politely “no, if you don’t like it you don’t have to look at it. It’s my shirt, not yours, and there’s nothing wrong with it.” She told me again that I needed to change my shirt. I said again that I wasn’t and she told me she would have to send me to my administrator for direct disrespect. So I put on a big smile and packed my stuff up while she wrote the discipline report up.

But the thing that made me so happy that I didn’t give in and change was that as I was walking out the door a girl in my class stood up and started to walk with me. My teacher was kinda pissed and told her that she would get a write up if she didn’t sit down. And this girl, she is my fucking hero. She says: “Write me up then. It’s one more story that I can go home and tell my mothers. And I’m sure my girlfriend would love to hear it, too.” Then she smiled and walked out. I just felt the need to share what happened today with my lovely followers.

Yessss.

Nov 24, 2011193,309 notes

“Some things don’t last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there.” —Sarah Dessen (via salveo)

Nov 23, 2011191 notes

“When someone says “Kids won’t understand how two men can be married” what they mean, what they’re trying to say, is “I don’t understand how two men can be married.” When they say “Kids won’t understand why their dick looks different from daddy’s” they’re trying to explain “I don’t understand why you want to be different from tradition.” When they say “Kids won’t know who’s the daddy and who’s the mommy” they are telling you “I cannot comprehend a world without very rigid gender roles, and as far as I know neither can anyone else.” If anyone can think of a counterexample, let me know, but from where I’m standing, it looks like every use of the “confused kids” argument is just people pushing their own incomprehension off onto some largely-hypothetical kids.” —Somebody Please Think For The Children (via sexisnottheenemy)

Nov 22, 20114,170 notes

Nov 22, 20111,605 notes

“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine. You really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others. And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.” —Haruki Murakami (via salveo)

Nov 21, 201146 notes

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