Dear TV, desensitize me. Gimme more genocide please. The world is your aphrodisiac, so you stay turned on every minute, every second I breathe. You weaponize greed, kill me with incessant I needs. Got me checkin’ out those, and checkin’ out these. Mainstream me, disinfectin’ my breed. I’m lookin’ for nirvana but you Geffenize me. Point me to the skies till heaven’s eye bleeds. Anoint me with your lies then divinize me. If heaven is a show, well, televise me. But I won’t lie my way in, no fakin’ IDs. I’ll die standin’. Try breakin my knees. I’ll do a handstand like I’m breakin’. Now freeze. Don’t act like you know me ‘cause you recognize me. You sell my record, not me.

Tablo, Dear TV —

you know, it seems that we always have an affinity for the bad boy/girl and throw aside the nice ones like in the movies. i know a lot of people assume it’s because you think you can change them, but maybe that’s not it. perhaps, it’s because when you look at this person, you see a misunderstood being. you empathize and sympathize. those scars ripping at your heart and those tears flooding your mind are portrayed in their eyes, and maybe that’s why… because when you look at them, what you truly see is a reflection of yourself.

Isn’t it a bit ironic how we use words to define words…

of course it’s not a bother. you can talk to me any time you need to. don’t feel bad. i know how you feel. i’ve always been on and off about cutting, but it frightens me because sharp objects scare me. at the same time i’m sure it’d feel good, but then i think to myself, is this what i really want? i don’t want to have to resort to a blade every time i feel as if i’m falling under, and i’m not trying to give a bad connotation for anyone who does cut themselves. i understand that sometimes it’s too hard to deal, and you need that release. however, it seems that keeping things inside is what’s killing you the most, so why not try letting it out? i know it sounds cliche, and i know that it’s hard to trust people, but it might help out, finding someone you can spill your heart out to… or maybe even just spilling your heart out to yourself in a journal or something. i know it’s hard to truly acknowledge that you’re not okay. you can think the thoughts all you want, but actually speaking the words out of your mouth make a big difference. trust me… i don’t really know what to say because i don’t really know what’s making you feel this way, but  just know that you can talk to me anytime. remember you are not alone. you are strong, and you can get through this. 

whatthefuck

kimologie:

i want to go out but wherever i go i find myself wishing i was home. then when i get home i feel like leaving again. i hate school but i don’t want to go to work. i like being alone until i hate it. i feel like doing nothing and everything all at once.

(Source: enchantedflowerchild)

If you tell a beautiful woman that she is beautiful, what have you given her? It’s no more than a fact and it has cost you nothing. But if you tell an ugly woman that she is beautiful, you offer her the great homage of corrupting the concept of beauty. To love a woman for her virtues is meaningless. She’s earned it, it’s a payment, not a gift. But to love her for her vices is a real gift, unearned and undeserved. To love her for her vices is to defile all virtue for her sake - and that is a real tribute of love, because you sacrifice your conscience, your reason, your integrity and your invaluable self-esteem.

Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged  (via odaro)

(Source: larmoyante)

I want to live my life carrying all my memories with me. And even if those memories are painful, even if they do nothing but hurt me, I want to keep them. Even those memories I sometimes wish that I would forget…As long as I carry them with me, as long as I keep holding on…Then someday…someday I will be strong enough…those memories won’t hurt me anymore. Then, I will be glad that I had them. That’s what I believe…with all my heart. That’s why all my memories are precious to me. I don’t think it will be okay to forget a single one…

Momiji Sohma, Fruits Basket —

Tears aren’t a sign of weakness. On the contrary, they display a great amount of strength for the agony that brought upon these tears must be so intense that it was too much to bear. Just cry if you need to. There’s no shame in liberating your mind of the past heartaches, scars, and regrets. Besides, I’d rather you be an emotional fool than a heartless robot. 

“Life is a game.”

A response can tell a lot about a person. We, as human beings, don’t like to believe that simple words can reveal parts of a person’s personality, but it’s true. Take this quote for example: “Life is a game.” Now I know that many people don’t like to hear that because it gives off an inhumane vibe, but personally, I love the idea of it. One might say that means I’m competitive by nature and lack compassion because let’s face it, who would choose unhappy circumstances? Who wants to lose? 

However, if that’s how you feel about it, then it seems like you’ve been trapped within the walls that society has built. Like I said before, I love the idea of life being a game, and I know it may sound silly and make little sense; however, here is how I see it. 

What is a game? 

How you define it is a portrayal of how your mind works. A majority of people think of a competition when they hear the word game. It’s very typical. I mean you can look it up in a dictionary and find a definition that relates it to a competition, but take a moment to think about what it really means to you. After all, if you really think life is a win or lose situation, what does that say about yourself? 

When I play a game, it’s not about winning or losing. I mean, of course, winning is a plus, but it’s a learning experience. It’s a time to bond with others and have fun. It’s a time to smile, laugh, frown, joke around, and just feel good, overall. If you lose, don’t take it to heart. A loss is not going to define your life. If you win, be humble and modest. A win shouldn’t define your life. Honestly, play your game and have fun. If winning or losing is constantly on your mind, you’ are going to miss out on so many moments that count.