i wouldn’t even consider it if i were you. but then if i were you, i would not be me, and if i were not me, i would not be able to advise you, and if i were unable to advise you, you’d do as you like, so you might as well do as you like and have done with it.
finally, she said: i’m lonely—it’s weird but you tell the wolves things, sometimes. you can’t help it, all these old wounds come open and suddenly you’re confessing to a wolf who never says anything back. she said: i’m lonely, and they ate her in the street.
The bravest thing I ever did was continue my life when I wanted to die.
—Juliette Lewis (via latelycravingmore)
The evil that is in the world almost always comes of ignorance, and good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence if they lack understanding.
—Albert Camus (via mydogsnokes)
There is a fundamental reason why we look at the sky with wonder and longing—for the same reason that we stand, hour after hour, gazing at the distant swell of the open ocean. There is something like an ancient wisdom, encoded and tucked away in our DNA, that knows its point of origin as surely as a salmon knows its creek. Intellectually, we may not want to return there, but the genes know, and long for their origins—their home in the salty depths. But if the seas are our immediate source, the penultimate source is certainly the heavens… The spectacular truth is—and this is something that your DNA has known all along—the very atoms of your body—the iron, calcium, phosphorus, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and on and on—were initially forged in long-dead stars. This is why, when you stand outside under a moonless, country sky, you feel some ineffable tugging at your innards. We are star stuff. Keep looking up.