“The people I’ve met who really inspire me are those who take the horrendous inequality of the world very seriously, but also have compassion for any number of problems. I wouldn’t even try to claim that I’ve made it to that level myself, but I think that’s the goal. You can’t even begin to trust people who say they are concerned with equality but act like assholes. In every basic way, compassion is just an enormous thing that has to cover the micro and the macro of your life. That sounds very new-age-y, but it’s a basic approach to life.”—Ezra Koenig (via babybirches)
“What’s true in our minds is true, whether some people know it or not. That’s when i realized I’m part of the problem, because i remind you. Because i couldn’t join you. So i left you alone. Don’t give up. okay?”—Chris Nielsen (What Dreams May Come)
I was born on July 27th
I hear that makes me a Leo
I have no idea what that actually means
I weigh 145 lbs
I donʼt know how to swim
And Iʼm a sucker for a girl with a nice smile and clean sneakers
Iʼm still learning how to whisper
Iʼm often loud in places where I should be quiet
Iʼm often quiet in places where I should be loud
I was born feet first and Iʼve been backwards ever since
I like ginger ale… a lot
Iʼve been told that I give really bad hugs
People say it feels like Iʼm trying to escape
Itʼs probably because I am
Secretly I get really nervous
Every time someone gets close enough to hear me breathe
I have an odd fascination with things like sand castles and ice sculptures
I assume itʼs because I usually find myself dedicating time to things that will only last a few moments
I guess thatʼs why I fall in love with women who will never love me back
And I know that sounds crazy but itʼs easier than it seems
And to be honest I think itʼs safer that way
You see relationships often remind me Iʼm not afraid of heights or falling
But I am scared to death of everything thatʼs going to happen the very moment that my body hits the ground
Yesterday I tripped over my self-esteem
Landed on my pride and it shattered like an iPhone with a broken face
Now I canʼt even tell whoʼs trying to give me a compliment
Iʼve never been in the military but I have this purple heart
I got it from beating myself up over things I canʼt fix
I know this sounds weird but I wonder what my bed sheets say about me when iʼm not around
I wonder what the curtains would do if they found out about all the things iʼve done behind their back
I have a hamper thatʼs over flowing with really really loud mistakes
And a grave yard in my closet Iʼm afraid if I let you see my skeletons Youʼd grind my bones into powder and get high off my fault lines.
Hi, my name is Rudy
I enjoy frozen yogurt, people watching, and laughing for absolutely no reason at all
But I donʼt allow myself to cry as often as I need to
I have solar power confidence and a battery operated smile
My hobbies include:
Editing my life story
Hiding behind metaphors And trying to convince my shadow that Iʼm someone worth following
You see, I donʼt know much but I do know this:
I know that heaven is full of music
And I know that God,
He listens to my heartbeat on his iPod It reminds him that we still got work to do
A poet can write through a whole relationship with its ups and downs, hardships and laughs, sleepless Friday nights and Sunday morning coffee, all before the first kiss. But the problem is, when a poet writes about you, and you leave before any of it can happen; it ruins her.
So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to.
Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.
“I have not yet learned to heal in front of
or learned how to let my wounds be open
in front of the eyes of someone else
and to allow the hands of another body,
stitch me up.
I have not learned
how to be both my own person
and someone else’s
at the same time.
even though I crave it.
I always tell people,
I have trust issues”
But I never tell them that
I am the one I cannot trust.
I am the closing door.
I am the goodbye letter on the kitchen counter
and the shattered vase of flowers on
and the three in the morning,
bags packed by the bed,
airplane tickets in hand.
“Most of the time I do nothing, and the fact of time passing so relentlessly is a source of anguish to me. There are not enough hours in the day. Yet I waste most of my time, in daydreaming, in drawing faces on pieces of paper.”—Joyce Carol Oates (via thenocturnals)