all we wanna do is be HAPPY

"Existence is random. It has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at if for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not god who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. Only us."

thornicating:

thornicating:

my family usually eats bagged cereals (you know, the off brand kinds that taste like deceit) and today my mother came home with 15+ boxes of sugared name-brand cereal, dumped them into my arms, and said “i can’t eat lies anymore, caroline.” 

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Man shouldn’t be able to see his own face – there’s nothing more sinister. Nature gave him the gift of not being able to see it, and of not being able to stare into his own eyes.Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. And the very posture he had to assume was symbolic. He had to bend over, stoop down, to commit the ignominy of beholding himself.The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.

—Fernando Pessoa (via blackestdespondency)

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I touch you knowing we weren’t born tomorrow,
and somehow, each of us will help the other live,
and somewhere, each of us must help the other die.

—Adrienne Rich, Twenty One Love Poems (via larmoyante)

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cedrikaprovencher:

landorus:

i feel like ‘restaurant’ shouldnt be spelled like that

les anglophones volent des mots à d’autres langues puis chialent parce qu’ils ne sont pas orthographiés comme ils le voudraient

(Source: landorus, via leemcgavinjoey)

As for man, his days are as grass; as a flower of the field so he flourisheth, For the wind passeth over it and it is gone.

—Psalms 103:15-16 (via fuckyeahexistentialism)

bagmilk:

when u about to fall asleep in class and someone calls your name

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I’m afraid I’ll never finish college. I’m afraid I’ll finish college with student loans I can never pay back. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree and won’t be able to find a job in that field. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree, get the job I dreamed of, and hate it.

—A Mental Illness Happy Hour listener whose list of fears matches mine four for four. (via undeadlife)

(Source: insensiblenothingness, via stfuhilda)