“You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection.”—Henry Rollins (via swansea)
“Why should there be hunger and privation in any land, in any city, at any table when man has the resources and the scientific know-how to provide all mankind with the basic necessities of life?… There is no deficit in human resources; the deficit is in human will. The well-off and the secure have too often become indifferent and oblivious to the poverty and deprivation in their midst. The poor in our countries have been shut out of our minds, and driven from the mainstream of our societies, because we have allowed them to become invisible… No individual or nation can be great if it does not have a concern for “the least of these”.”—Martin Luther King, Jr., Nobel Prize lecture, Dec. 11, 1964. (via nbr)
“A long time ago, in the Underground Realm, where there are no lies or pain, there lived a princess who dreamt of the human world. She dreamed of blue skies, soft breeze and sunshine. One day, eluding her keepers, the princess escaped. Once outside, the bright sun blinded her and erased her memory. She forgot who she was and where she came from. Her body suffered cold, sickness and pain. Eventually, she died. However, her father, the King, always knew that the Princess’ soul would return, perhaps in another body, in another place, at another time. He would wait for her, until he drew his last breath, until the world stopped turning.”—Pan’s Labyrinth (via onemississippi)
“i like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another ‘til i drop. this is the night, what it does to you. i had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”—jack kerouac (via abrutalkind)
When you think you're at your lowest point of your life, when you think no one can make you feel better, what do you do? Because I think I'm having that time of my life right now.
I’ve had those moments. You need to call someone, someone who loves you no matter what physical/emotional/mental state you’re in, someone you trust. Have them with you, even if you don’t want that because sometimes we don’t want the things we need. Watch a funny movie even if you’re so sad it would hurt to laugh. Try and laugh, fake it even for just 10 seconds. You’ll look ridiculous, so ridiculous you might actually laugh for real. Lay down and take comfort in your favorite books or movies, or even in tumblr. Do whatever you need to do that takes even the tiniest bit of ache out of your heart. Mostly, don’t shut yourself away… even when that is the only thing in the world you really want, go out and be with the world. Allow others to help you and take care of you, allow you to take care of you. If you have access see a counselor and talk out exactly why you’re sad, they’ll help you. You deserve to be happy, please believe that.