But, rising up takes courage, the kind of courage that does not come easy, that does not just simply present itself. It has taken me a long time to understand that it’s easier to believe in the randomness of experience. It’s easier to be snarky and jaded and bitter and helpless and to decry anyone who has hope. It’s easier to believe nothing changes, despite evidence to the contrary all around us. It takes far less bravery to hate than it does to steadfastly love. And, it takes the utmost bravery to embrace life as a means to growth, to enrich your own life and the lives of others, to create the life you want.
And, while it may be terrifying to step into the limitlessness of a less certain life, we have to believe it’s worth doing so, if only for the opportunity to deepen ourselves and to experience more of everything. That leap toward the unknown is not for the weak-willed. It means shedding who we were in the unsteady hope of becoming and continuing to become. It’s about stepping away from who you are and stepping into, simply, being. Existing. Experiencing. Without meaning or attachment. It’s lightness. And it’s wonderful and terrifying and lovely and peaceful and chaotic and it’s everything and nothing simultaneously. In short, it’s your life, that patchworked version of it, all frayed edges and uneven cuts. But it’s yours. And, that means a whole hell of a lot."
"Inochi no Namae"
Relaxing Piano - Hayao Miyazaki Collection
I am not grateful for something until it is truly gone - until I see you dancing with another, having the time of your life, eyes closed, half-smiles, and a gentle lean in towards his chest.
I have broken you in too many ways possible, and I definitely should not have any say in how you enjoy, heal, and grow.
I do not need people, I do not need you, and I definitely do not need any support.
I will repeat this until the words echo from every God-forsaken tree, off of every surface of water, and return back into my stubborn head.
Screaming that I do not need any help until my voice succumbs to the dry tears in my throat; my yells are a whisper now.
and I will whisper, “I do not need you, I do not need this, and I will do this on my own.”
There’s something so dangerous about you and it is the way you trust, love, and care so blindly.
The danger doesn’t develop from myself, rather the fear that something will fall upon you and I wouldn’t be able to express my last thoughts, words, and emotions.
Hesitation drawn from this constant oscillation of whether or not you are truly that easy to fall in love with; due to your absolute openness and honesty.
How interesting, that it never fails to come around in a full circle. Here we are again, at the beginning of it all - in a complete cycle. Are you up for a little bit of risks and a different direction this time?
International Human Rights Activist Michael Simmons offered these words (via Facebook) in response to the May 3, 2014 New York Times’ “Fight Against Sex Assaults Holds Colleges to Account” article. (via scottthepilgrim)
You’re absolutely weak, inside and out. I have never seen such a pathetic field of defense against wicked words and sly smiles. This is a state of fact; nevertheless, to see you grow into a stronger human being has no effect towards me nor towards my content.
A bland taste of approval can be sent your way, you’ve gotten a lot better. Although just as fragile, you’ll figure it all out eventually.
Just do it for yourself.
Be someone that everyone looks up to, not a person that needs looking after.
my uncle left this comment on his friend’s Facebook status, a white British man who was bragging about how easy it is to be a native English speaker when trekking to different nations. (via maarnayeri)
To feel nothing aside from aggression and ambition
is to sustain such a curse like no other.
I am tired.
You know those friends where you just haven’t seen for such a long time.
Weeks, months, and years - yet when you see one another again..
the conversations are still exciting, you still laugh just as powerfully, and the joy is still as tangible as it was when you were just as young.
I never realized I had such friends, and the taste on my tongue when people asked me about my high school life and “close friends” never conditioned into better bitterness.
But I am so glad that I caught up with you; that the only thing that changed was our habits and that when we met once again you didn’t see me as some troublesome Fraternity boy.
I haven’t really spoken about the past so fondly or without a drunken slur to it and perhaps that’s all I really needed.
Thank you. I really appreciate it.
if anyone remembers the story that was making rounds a while back about a 19 year old discovering the solution to cleaning up the pacific garbage patch, that project launched a fundraider which now has 7 days to reach it’s goal.
crASHES THROUGH THE WALL BECAUSE I HEARD SOMEBODY NEEDED MONEY TO CLEAN THE OCEAN
I DONATED. YOU SHOULD TO, IF YA GOT THE MONEYS.