“Aren’t you, like me, hoping that some person, thing, or event will come along to give you that final feeling of inner well-being you desire? Don’t you often hope: ‘May this book, idea, course, trip, job, country or relationship fulfill my deepest desire.’ But as long as you are waiting for that mysterious moment you will go on running helter-skelter, always anxious and restless, always lustful and angry, never fully satisfied. You know that this is the compulsiveness that keeps us going and busy, but at the same time makes us wonder whether we are getting anywhere in the long run. This is the way to spiritual exhaustion and burn-out. This is the way to spiritual death.”—Henri J.M. Nouwen, Life of the Beloved: Spiritual Living in a Secular World (via sad-empty)
“I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.”—(via thedeviousplot)
“I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. Being around people can be so exhausting, because most of them love to take and barely know how to give. Except for a rare few.”—Katie Kacvinsky, First Comes Love (via innocore)
“I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. Like the bodiless heads you see sometimes in circus sideshows, it is as though I have been surrounded by mirrors of hard, distorting glass. When they approach me they see only my surroundings, themselves or figments of their imagination, indeed, everything and anything except me.”—Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man (via innocore)
Post Concert Depression… I basically bummed around all day in my room listening to Billy Talent songs and replaying the videos I took yesterday over and over. I hate going back to reality after an amazing concert. Can I not participate in life until I’m ready for it again? Unfortunately that’s not an option.
Ughh I miss them so much. I miss everything about last night.
I know what you mean. I just kept replaying everything that happened that night over and over again in my head. It just feels like I’ll never be as happy as that day again.. I miss everything
“You want everything to stay the same until you’re ready for it to change. But you can’t do that. You can’t expect the whole world to stand still until you’re ready.”—Gayle Friesen (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
"Among the broken mirrors, I don’t look the same.. I’m rusted from the rain, I’m rusted from the rain.
You hung me like a picture, now I’m just a frame.. I used to be your lap dog, now I’m just a stray.. Shackled in a graveyard, left here to decay, Left here to decay, left here to decay. I’m rusted from the rain.”
“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.”—Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran (via ohteenscanrelate)
“Every day, think as you wake up, today I am fortunate to be alive, I have a precious human life, I am not going to waste it. I am going to use all my energies to develop myself, to expand my heart out to others; to achieve enlightenment for the benefit of all beings. I am going to have kind thoughts towards others. I am not going to get angry or think badly about others. I am going to benefit others as much as I can.”—Dalai Lama (via yogachocolatelove)
“I go through phases. Somedays I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then somedays, I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.”—Mary Kate Teske (via poetrea)