"I am passionate about everything in my life — first and foremost, passionate about ideas. And that’s a dangerous person to be in this society, not just because I’m a woman, but because it’s such a fundamentally anti-intellectual, anti-critical thinking society."
Max sings “All By Myself”
"I may be cynical when I say that very rarely is the beloved more than a shaping spirit for the lover’s dreams. And perhaps such a thing is enough. To be a muse may be enough. The pain is when the dreams change, as they do, as they must. Suddenly the enchanted city fades and you are left alone again in the windy desert. As for your beloved, she didn’t understand you. The truth is, you never understood yourself."
Sometimes the person who takes care of everyone else, needs to be taken care of.
this sums up my last post very well
I’m an old soul, with the heart of a child.
I don’t mind friends, acquaintances or even strangers venting to me.
We all need someone to hear us out at times and im honestly cool with being that person.
However, when an individual is constantly dumping their emotional baggage on me with little to no consideration about whatever I may be going through I start acting in a passive aggressive manner.
For years (about 6) this friend has told me about ALL of their hard times but only ONCE said “Hey Mo, how are you?” (Don’t ask me how I tolerated it for this long because it wasn’t the easiest. I’m always there for my friend’s and it is definitely taken for granted time and time again)
This friend really has no idea what they are doing and being a “good friend” listening to it all, from everyone, all the time is driving me bonkers.
"I think people are often quite unaware of their inner selves, their other selves, their imaginative selves, the selves that aren’t on show in the world. It’s something you grow out of from childhood onwards, losing possession of yourself, really. I think literature is one of the best ways back into that. You are hypnotized as soon as you get into a book that particularly works for you, whether it’s fiction or a poem. You find that your defenses drop, and as soon as that happens, an imaginative reality can take over because you are no longer censoring your own perceptions, your own awareness of the world."
yourbodyon-e replied to your post: HOLD UP!!
I was just wondering the same fuckin thing! My friends told me that a zombie apocalypse would really happen, now I’m seeing it all over the news. People are seriously eating other humans! That shit cray.
