I saw this man on the Metro this past Monday, and asked him who the flowers were for. They were for his wife. They’ve been married for 47 years. Every Monday, he brings her home flowers after work.
(Source: ronaldpbarba)
I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.
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Jack Kerouac Dharma Bums (via mitchellgoldstein) |
Do yourself a favor. Before it’s too late, without thinking too much about it first, pack a pillow and a blanket and see as much of the world as you can. You will not regret it. One day it will be too late.
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Jhumpa Lahiri, The Namesake (via human-voices) (Source: sharksdonthavescales) |
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Michio Hoshino, a Japanese photographer known for his wildlife photography, was mauled to death by a brown bear on the Kamchatka Peninsula in eastern Russia. This was the last photo he took.
I don’t want people to matter to me too much. Sometimes it hurts too much to think about them. Ones you love who don’t love you, ones who are dead or hate you, ones who you think about but never get to be with. I like people but when I get too close, it fucks me up and I can’t get things done.
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Henry Rollins: Smile, you’re traveling (Black Coffee Blues Pt. 3) (Source: outlawheartt) |
People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.
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| — | Chuck Palahniuk (via mauchhh) |
I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in and to be left alone.
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| — | Charles Bukowski (via heymikewaskom) |
