Perkygiant

I’m going to find a way to be happy, and I’d really love to be happy with you, but if I can’t be happy with you, then I’ll find a way to be happy without you.

—Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture (via simply-quotes)

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If you stare at the center of the universe, there is coldness there. A blankness. Ultimately, the universe doesn’t care about us. Time doesn’t care about us. That’s why we have to care about each other.

—David Levithan, Every Day (via pavorst)

All I do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence. And this is a pretty wonderful thing. No matter what anybody else says.

—Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running (via pavorst)

All I do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence. And this is a pretty wonderful thing. No matter what anybody else says.

—Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running (via pavorst)

apoetreflects:

Choose a quiet
place, a ruins, a house no more
a house,
under whose stone archway I stood …

A place where things
were said and done,
there you can remember
what you need to
remember. Melancholy is useful. Bring yours …

to touch a crumbling brick
or stand in a doorway
framed by the day.
No…

When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder.
Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table.
I spent my life learning to feel less.
Every day I felt less.
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

—Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via micaceous)

You wanted to live inside the lines where the ordinariness of everything would protect you from the dragons that lay at the edge of the map ready to blow fire in your face if you strayed off course, to the edge of the known world.

—Anne Roiphe, Art and Madness: A Memoir of Lust Without Reason (via sepiaskinnedsiren)

(via crumpledwhitesheets-deactivated)

We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.

—

Robert Fulghum, True Love

(via larmoyante)

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